You Cannot.

You cannot bowl there to Greg Chappell,
To anywhere up near his hips,
He’ll hook for four quick as lightning,
Or smash by midwicket for six.

You can’t bowl that full to Greg Chappell,
Just keep it away from his feet,
He’ll drive you, or sweep to the boundary,
Or smash you straight into the seats.

New Zealand bowled there to Greg Chappell,
And Chappell did what he does best,
New Zealand bowled there to Greg Chappell,
And got walloped right out of the test.

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