Conceit Bowled Out!

He was a clever cricketer, And very proud of that; Conceitedly one afternoon He took his cricket bat. But when he at the wicket saw His sister with her curls, He turned his nose up so, and said: "I never play with girls! "They're molly-coddles all," he cried; "They always spoil a match; They cannot field or bowl a bit— They cannot even catch! However, just this once I'll play!" O, pride had such a fall: You should have heard them shout—a girl Had bowled him out first ball!