It was a beautiful June day,
The crowd had come
To hear the glorious sound,
The sound of leather on willow,
As the glorious game of cricket
Was played in the shining sun.
The game was over for the day,
Back tomorrow for another day
Of bat on ball.
Then it happened,
The clouds did gather,
The wind did howl,
The rain did fall,
The rain turned to snow.
The beautiful green sward
Now covered in deep white snow.
The umpire put on his boots,
Dug his way to the centre of the pitch,
Looked around and declared,
“There will be no play today!”