Sleek and tall, keen and lean
Short coat clipped to a sheen
He knows its time, he’s been here before
Into the trap, handler closes the door
Not much room to move, the hare is on its way
trap springs open, he’s quickly out of his bay
Into first corner, its crowded around here
Down the straight he’s two lengths clear
where’s that hare he know’s he’s around
crowd starts to cheer he can hear the sound
chasing the hare the light flashes past
he’s won the race by going so fast
the punters collect what they have won
the greyhound is tired the race is done.


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