CRICKET

Eleven and eleven play the round
First two are in and eleven around
One from around makes one of the two out
The out goes out and another comes in
One by one they all come in
Till all come in and all go out
Then the eleven around bat one by one
Till all the Eleven are out and done
When all are out, we stand and shout
Players pose for Coke and Pepsi
And make a pile that makes us dizzy
Here we pray for a good display
And then we bray with wild dismay
All put their money when they bet
But finally nothing is what they get
In the end one Eleven gets fame
And the other Eleven gets shame
The throng in the amphitheatre
Half melt in tears and half with laughter
Ball or no ball ,wicket or no wicket
This is the game and cricket is cricket
It is simply the same
This is the in and out of the game

Raman

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