Explore "Cricket Songs" by Norman Gale on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Grass begins to grow, / Winds to be more civil, / Rollers press the pitch / For to make it level: / Thrushes pipe a stave / In the budding thicket; / Snowdrops point to pads, / Crocuses to Cricket!
Soon will stand the Slip / Crouching for a capture; / Soon the slogger slog / Fours and fives in rapture! / Soon the curly lob / Find its love, the wicket; / Snowdrops point to pads, / Crocuses to Cricket!