Through the tunnel be wonder,
Battled with thunder,
And a journey through Time awaits,
It may be rocky,
But your horse with no jockey,
So hurry on through the gates.
Don’t waste your time,
With dirt or grime,
Just scrape it off your shoe.
Cause at the end of the day,
You’re here to play,
And you plenty of that to do.
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