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The throstle in the lilac, / Not far beyond the Nets, / Upon a spray of purple / His beak severely whets: / He hears the players calling, / He wonders what they're at, / As thunder frequent Yorkers / Against the stubborn bat.
And as the rank half-volley / Its due quietus gets, / The bird begins to carol / A greeting to the Nets: / Amazed at noisy kissing / Of ball and wooden blade, / In rivalry he whistles / A ballad unafraid.