Stable Doors - Monotetra
Behind the stable doors of green,
the racing horses can be seen,
quite highly trained, they're strong and lean.
They must be seen! They must be seen!
All working there, they form a team;
the saddles and the bridles gleam.
Race prep'rations are a scheme
to win the cream! to win the cream!
They're waiting for the starter's call,
when they'll be taken from their stall.
They are prepared and none will loll.
The time will crawl! The time will crawl!
Returning from the race just run,
each one has answered starter's gun.
Their hides are gleaming in the sun
and some have won! and some have won!
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