Tom went balling, a blast it was
Seeing all people, he was caught in awe
The urge of winning the contest made him resize his belt
And when he threw the last ball, he was counted the best.
He hit all the five balls if not six on the line
He looked at his dud and he was filled with chime
Well done son! you've won 50 gran'
And Tom felt the happiness he could not fully express
They went back home; and on his favorite coach he lay
Yawning and stretching from the long tiring day
He looked at his dud and once again he said congratulation
And all little Tom could do then was smile through pendiculation
