The skaters glide across the ice,
Perform a triple axel, twice!
But sometimes fall and pay the price;
I don’t know how they do it.
For if a slip is somehow made,
Perhaps by tripping on a blade,
A beaming face is still displayed
As if they never knew it.
Until the point the music ends
When each performer comprehends
He’ll earn no medal dividends
Because...
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