If you run the mile

Faster than any other

You’ll have a great big smile

And maybe you’ll win another

They will gift you a trophy

Sparkling and shiny gold

You must accept it with pride

Because that’s what a winner is told

There will be sore losers

You must watch out for them

They despise you when you win

An atrocity causing mayhem

So if you happen to win a race

Please do me a favor

Hold your chin high and walk very proud

And don’t let your winnings waver