Ok here goes:
Like a streak of lightning flashing cross the sky
Like the swiftest arrow whistling from a bow
Like a mighty cannonball he used to fly
You'd hear about him everywhere you'd go
And ev..ry..one..knows CHAMPION THE WONDER HORSE
CHAMPION THE WONDER HORSE
I used to love the horse but hated the snivelling, whiney kid that used to get to ride "Champ" sigh next I'll be giving you my rendition of the theme from the Flintstone. How the hell did a British kid keep so much american stuff in his head?