Old Baz's mind is quite unkind

It thinks he is still sporty.

We just hope that he does not bat

'Cause running's not his forte.

Barrie Radburn

Our captain Bob gives lots of gob

When fielders all drop catches.

Well that's OK till one comes his way

Then he only stands and watches.

Bob Phillips

Young Andy Dove, good heavens above

His fielding is unreal.

Throughout the match he'll try to catch

With flippers like a seal.

Andy Dove

Now Paddywack is so laid back

It really is frustrating.

The rest of us are on the bus

But he always keeps us waiting.

Paddy Bateson

Our bowler Steve does still believe

His fast ball is a winner.

OK except he won't accept

He's no more than a spinner.

Steve Turner

There's Mart from Brum, long way he's come,

His batting is quite funny.

Not hard to find the reason, mind.

He's all night with a Bunny.

Martin Saunders

Now Kevin's proof, and that's no spoof

That sleeping is of no use.

He's up all night and survives alright

On a diet of sweet apple juice.

Kevin Lovegrove

And then there's Ferg who has an urge

For fielding in the cover.

The local lust he doesn't trust,

So he's brought his own young lover.

Fergus Shaw

Our Superstar, the best by far

Is a Lankan we call Rumesh.

A four or six he'll try to fix

With all his usual panache.

Rumesh Ratnayake