Winning Jockey

'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds Did gallop and thunder in the rain. All muddy were the jockeys' silks, And the weather quite insane. "Beware the Kentucky Derby, Son! Fame and fortune the trainers haunt. Beware the length of the Preakness run, And the exhausting Belmont." He took the leather reins in hand. Long time the winning horse he sought. So mounted he on the saddle tree And rode awhile in thought. And as in dreaming thought he rode, Secretariat, with eyes of brown, Came sprinting through the tiring pack Searching for renown. One, two! One, two! and through and through- The other jocks did frown- He crossed the line by thirty-one lengths And won the Triple Crown! "And did we win the Triple Crown? To the winner's circle, my wonder horse." O fantastic day. Hurrah! Hooray! The multitude did discourse. 'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds Did gallop and thunder in the rain. All muddy were the jockeys' silks, And the weather quite insane.