Nathan Lyon
Slip inside an off-spinners mind,
Don’t you know you might find,
Lyon’s not ok,
You said that you’d end careers
But after all these years,
You threw it all away..
Now you’ve started sitting upright in your bed
Cos you’ve let the pressure go straight to your head
Step outside, the summer rides on you
Stand up at the non-strikers end
Let that ball slip through your hands
You ain’t ever gonna run Jack Leach out
And so Garry can wait
It might be too late as the Ashes slip by
The urn slides away…
But don’t look up at Langer
It’s just dismay