Written by: Owen Yeates

There was a young chap named Shadrach
Who entered a race in a sack
He jumped up and down
Bounced right out of town 
No one thought he would ever come back

Then one day alas and alack
While jumping along a train track
He forgot to look round
Until he heard a sound
Then all around him it suddenly went black

His home town they soon had him back
They erected a large marble plaque
A small sack statuette
So they would never forget
That sack racing mad man Shadrach