The Thrill of the race

A beautiful horse standing still

Out of the wind but still with a chill

The start line beckons with a shot of a gun
They're off and away they run
Down to beeches and over the brook
With an ounce of skill and a ton of luck
Flat out now and down to the chair
The punters cheer some with despair
Hot and sweaty as he rounds the course
Ultimate speeds from this powerful horse

It's homeward now at the crack of the whip
Come on you beauty what a fantastic tip
Galloping away on the final straight
Like a rocket ship full of freight
The finish line is now in sight
Time to face the final flight
Dig in deep and go for the line
His body is so wet it gives off a shine

One last whip for the final yards
Who would have thought this was on the cards
But it's by a nose the victory is won
This beautiful beast of half a ton
A beautiful horse standing still
Out of the wind but still with a chill