The day my Dad beat Bradman in Bloomington, MN

When a young boy boys receives a cricket bat for Christmas he can't wait to play a game in the back yard. But things don't go to plan when his Dad decides to bat first. Will they ever get him out? This delightful poem is a modern day ballad of an Aussie backyard cricket game. The wonderful illustrations will enchant you whether you're aged eight or eighty.