The Battle for Twenty Four

Part I.


They came around the twenty-three-six
And their hooves were pounding hard.
The track was soft, and the mud flew out
For all of forty yards.
It seemed Big Mom was left behind,
And the bettors screamed and cussed.
They'd put their dough down on her run,
With a special kind of trust.

As they pounded past the second pole,
Brown Derby in the lead,
The bettors howled and screamed "Big Mom"
But the jockey did not heed.
He was holding his own three back from the lead,
And he neither lost, nor gained,
And the horses passed with a thundering sound
And the bettors winced with pain.

Somewhere out there there's a sure-win bet,
And a horse that will never stall.
Somewhere out there, there's a jockey who
Rides better than them all.
And every bettor knows its true,
"I swear it's true!!", they'll say.
But it didn't look true as the herd ran through
On the turn for twenty-four K.