The Triple Crown
By Lauren Haggerty

Run, run, as fast as you can,
It's the race of your life,
Hold on if you can.
All year you prepare for the first week of May,
Hoping and praying you won't fall in the fray.
The prep races are tiring.
It's been a long campaign.
But they insist upon running you as long as you're game.
Still, you prance onto the field as the band begins to play.
The tune is familiar to all the people there that day.
As they lead you to the winners' circle you hear the applause,
They laugh at your antics,
You're such a show off!
Not a week of rest before you're shipped off again.
They want you to race, to see if you can.
At the windows you're bet down to 1-2 odds,
All the fans out there want you to pull if off.
From the start of the race you know you can win.
It's not a matter of how, but a matter of when.
Then you're sent to the lead, and you stay there the whole way,
Not listening to a word your jockey has to say.
You're in New York with all the sites and sounds,
But they don't even give you a chance to look around.
Where's the bridle, where's the bucket? I can't find the brush!
All the hustle and bustle, then there's a hush.
It's time for the race; you're ready to go.
Although you're tired, you're not going to be slow
They say they don't care if you win or lose,
But you know in their hearts they really do.
So run, run, as fast as you can,
It's the race of your life,
So show them you can.