Who could spin a good story,
There came another spinner.
They called the lad Warnie.
Adored by thousands, nay millions, it’s true!
Thanks to colour TV and the media too.
Well renowned for a joke with a sting in its tale
Yes, that kind of a bloke;
A real alpha male!
Just like his deliveries
When he played in a match,
He’d outwit the batsman;
They’d be out for the catch.
And the crowd, they adored him;
In the palm of his hand!
As they roared with approval from up in the Stand,
Like in the Colosseum of grand ancient Rome,
Gladiator Warnie was a class of his own
And made boring Test Cricket a thrilling affair.
When his ball hit the wicket, you just had to be there!
Those inner disciples who could touch the hem of his threads
Knew him simply as Shane.
Now the poor Buggar’s dead!
Yes! We’re all going to miss him but one thing is true!
He’ll always be that young larrikin Warnie
For me and for you.