[R. S. Gwynn]

There’s cricket in Heaven,
All the bowlers zing,
There’s cricket in Heaven,
Hark, hark, those batsmen swing.
There’s cricket in Heaven.
There’s even J. L. Carr.
You get nice white sweaters and
Free rounds at the bar.

There’s cricket in Heaven,
And all rejoice because
The Indians can’t get there
And the Brits rock in Oz.