English poem
IN SPRING
by Norman Gale (1862–1942)
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!
Urchins in the road Bowl with oblong pebbles, Sending to each mate Bursts of happy trebles: In the words of slang, Summer is the ticket! Snowdrops point to pads, Crocuses to Cricket!