Two-year-olds all same as I,
Kicking and plunging and bucking,
But when the flag fell we did fly,
Right down the straight five furlongs
Thundered our hoofs like surf,
And the jockey baptized me with whalebone
“A member of ‘England’s Turf’”:
How I struggled to pass the others,
Neck to neck, head to head, we flew,
A medley of flying colours,