Season of snow-storms, time of the rose,
'Tis the same story all have to tell!
Not even Kipling's go half as well.
Nay: and this story is real and true.
All England over, Colonies too,
Cricketers, golfers, footballers, all
One pursuit follow—they're After the Ball!
Chorus—
After one ball-game's over,
Promptly the next seems born;