English Lions lie back and roll over
Lilac tank top is Geoffrey's roar;
Croissant burning in toaster,
Ashes flaked pastry on floor!
Go for the jugular's the warning,
England with backs to the wall,
The tail it wagged forlornly;
Oh how we love this pink ball!
A glimmer of hope as the moon shone,
England to bowl out the hosts!
Will Australia rue not a follow on?
But it's far too early to boast.
Let's skittle Australian wickets.
Please not on swords shall we fall;
Hope, ebbs and flows of test cricket,
Oh how we love this pink ball!
