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Jiminy Cricket needed a sport That little Pinocchio could play He didn't like tennis, the shorts were too short He didn't like skiing at an Alpine resort He didn't like squashing in a little squash court He didn't like pigeons or clay He dreamt of a game with a bat and a ball A game that could last all day long Where all would be welcome, the short and the tall Where language and creed didn't matter at all Where it could be played from the spring to the fall A game for both weak and the strong He pictured a game that was played on the grass That all the young kids could enjoy Where boys stood around, there was no need to pass Where scoring was easy and points would amass Where no one would notice or try to harass A mild mannered small wooden boy With pencil and paper, he had so much fun Designing his very own bat He wrote down the rules so they'd know who had won With six points for boundaries and one for a run And proudly admiring the work that he'd done He decided to call it "HOWZAT!"
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
A Sticky Wicket
Jiminy Cricket needed a sport That little Pinocchio could play He didn't like tennis, the shorts were too short He didn't like skiing at an Alpine resort He didn't like squashing in a little squash court He didn't like pigeons or clay He dreamt of a game with a bat and a ball A game that could last all day long Where all would be welcome, the short and the tall Where language and creed didn't matter at all Where it could be played from the spring to the fall A game for both weak and the strong He pictured a game that was played on the grass That all the young kids could enjoy Where boys stood around, there was no need to pass Where scoring was easy and points would amass Where no one would notice or try to harass A mild mannered small wooden boy With pencil and paper, he had so much fun Designing his very own bat He wrote down the rules so they'd know who had won With six points for boundaries and one for a run And proudly admiring the work that he'd done He decided to call it "HOWZAT!"
First published 27th September 2014, 22:25 AEST.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
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