was impeccable, both parents winning races,
thoroughbred, a racehorse through and through,
couldn't wait to put the young colt through its paces,
at last the
big day came - the horse turned two.
had instructions, told to take it nice and steady,
had arrived to watch the run,
ran like a champion, the trainer said: "He's ready -
than a bullet from a gun!"
The big day
at the race track came, the jockey couldn't ride him,
he kicked a
strapper, tried to bite the vet,
saw him going off his head, disqualified him,
took him home with deep regret.
said his temper needed mellowing and melding,
stallions hated noisy crowds, no doubt,
morning early he would make the horse a gelding,
things there that we can live without!"
He did the
deed, a month went by, the horse was cured completely,
even looked like playing up,
had happened, now he seemed to act so sweetly,
week was the Million-dollar Cup!
day, in the mounting yard, he acted like a treasure,
round so gentle and sedate,
no sign of
any tantrums and no inkling of displeasure,
nicely to the starting gate.
was impressed, with now the calmest of demeanors,
record-breaking trial times, to boot,
thoughts of taking all the bookies to the cleaners
he went and
bet a pocketful of loot.
sprang back, he jumped okay and started running quickly,
suddenly he stopped and stood there sad,
ran across the track and saw him looking sickly,
"You stupid racehorse - are you mad?"
know what it's like," replied the horse in consternation,
to be a thoroughbred, a toff,
time out in public since I had the operation -
thousand people shout: 'They're Off!'"
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