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When the Doctor pulls up as you pass in the street You know he will say: 'Well, Rogers, I hear that you suffered defeat -- How many to-day? Not a hundred, I fear; but you always do well, And doubtless you stuck?' It is hard to admit that you could not excel A 'duck.'
For the bowling was easy, the wicket was true, And had it not been That you thought the slow trundler was guilty of "screw" You had driven it clean! How galling to read in the "Sportsman" next day -- What horrible luck! -- 'H. Rogers (the Captain) caught Grinstead, bowled May, A "duck."