Some run like hares, some throw in like a Krupp;
But what they fail in is in "backing up."
L. B. Thanks be! I see my chance then. If they're loose
In fielding I can slog 'em to the doose.
C. B. But don't take liberties, my lad. No jumps
In for a drive; they're always on the stumps.
And then their wicket-keeper's like a cat.
L. B. Well, anyhow you carried out your bat,
Despite the lot of them. Can "crack" do more?
C. B. (significantly). Yes!—I kept up my stumps, but could not score!