A Marathon Born of Speed
Well, It Ought to Be A Marathon, that Brings Me
Up to Speed!
A Bumping and a Running, Kind of Gliding that's
The Key.
My Luck is all the Better if I Check, and you do See.
Save a Meal, Save a Meal for Me!
Don't Forget the Oregano, Though I've Got A Ways to
Go, All the Something Extra I will Need.
Been a Bumping and A Gliding On this Marathon
Reminding,
Your God's Special Flavor Born to Me!
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