Stewball Poem by Ima Ryma

Peter, Paul and Mary did sing
Of a famous racehorse, Stewball.
For drinking wine he had a thing,
One of his fav'rite things of all.
The trio sang as though were one
Who bet against Stewball one day.
But Stewball on a winning run
Beat out both the mare and the bay.
So at the racetrack I did see
A Stewball running in the race.
So did bet on Stewball, did me,
Who ended up in way last place.

At end of Stewball's race I booed.
He lost because he got wine stewed.