An Athletic Father's Lament.
What was it made me cricket snub,
And force my seven sons to sub-
sidize a local "Rugby" Club?
Yet, what first drew from me a sigh,
When Tom, my eldest, missed a "try,"
But got instead a broken thigh?
What in my second, stalwart Jack,
Caused some inside machine to crack,
And kept him ten months on his back—?
What brought my third, unhappy Ted,
To fade and sink, and keep his bed,
And finally go off his head?—
My fourth and fifth, poor John and Jim,
What made the sight of one so dim?
What made the other lack a limb?
Then Frank, my sixth, who cannot touch
The ground unaided by a crutch,
Alas! of what had he too much?