In Grand Rapids is a handsome club, <br />Of men that cricket play, <br />As fine a set of skillful men <br />That can their skill display. <br />They are the champions of the West, <br />They think they are quite fine, <br />They've won a hundred honors well; <br />It is their most cunning design. <br /> <br />Brave Kelso, he's considered great, <br />Chief of the club he is found; <br />Great crowds he draws to see him bowl <br />The ball upon the ground. <br />And Mr. Follet is very brave, <br />A lighter player than the rest, <br />He got struck severe at the fair ground <br />For which he took a rest. <br /> <br />When Mr. Dennis does well play, <br />His courage is full great, <br />And accidents to him occur, <br />But not much, though, of late. <br />This ball play is a dangerous game, <br />Brave knights to play it though; <br />Those boys would be the nation's pride, <br />If they to war would go. <br /> <br />From Milwaukee their club did come, <br />With thoughts of skill at play, <br />But beat they was, and then went home -- <br />Had nothing more to say. <br />Grand Rapids club that cricket play, <br />Will soon be known afar, <br />Much prouder do the members stand, <br />Like many a noble star.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grand-rapids-cricket-club/
