Tribute to a man named Adam Gilchrist

Once there was a man named Gilly

He made bowlers all over the world look silly

When he hit the ball it soared high into the air

Never to return if only to tear their bellies bare

Even the umpires felt greatly enthused

As he hustled and bustled joyfully to the crease

For they would see the ball being belted with such contemptous ease

Only to keep the giant scoreboard ticking with ever increasing speed

One two three four

Seven to ten sixes in a row

He would with utter disdain hoist them wide into the howling stands

Only to force the poor fielders to piss wet in their pants

Oh, why did he have to retire

This glorius hitter of the ball

What did a few dropped catches matter of late

For he had taken plenty in the days gone great

Not once did he join in the monkeying that went on in the game

For he was of a decent race in spirit and name

Not all the dollars the Khans, the Mallyas, and the Modis paid for him to play

Can ever outweigh our love for him forever today

We will sing praises forever to the Lord, our God

For giving us this priceless cricketer, dear God, our God

If ever He were to say "What! I can always grant you another!"

We'd cry out to him and say"only Gilly, only Gilly, Lord" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------