5.

And on they came, like dust from hell,
Their drumming shoe like hail,
Their fiery breath and murd'rous gaze
And their flying, wind-swept tails.

The jockeys bent and cried and sang,
"Come on! Big Girl, come on!"
Around the flag at 24-9,
And straight to the end of dawn.

They hammered the turf with flashing feet,
And they filled the air with thunder.
The bettors gasped and watched Big Mom
With hope, and awe, and wonder.