Strong the dancing chestnut filly
To attempt the steeplechase
Set to trot for promised glory
Close with elegance and grace
Freeing her unbridled spirit
Mane to mingle in the wind
Though they thought to keep her well paced
She has speed she's kept within
And she longs for pretty pastures
While they saddle her to ride
Takes each turn with steady footing
And a kick with every stride
Poised she pranced out from the paddock
To the cheering of the crowd
Knowing she was but a long shot
Kept her confidently proud
Carried added weight to jockey
Managed mud, with strength and skill
Though not many lent her credence
Born this thoroughbred with will
She may stumble from the starting gate
Making up the lengths, she gains
Head held high to cross the finish
Best advised hold tight the reins
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