What is it with those who profess to care

That they'd take away our right to share

The sight of a life of courage and risk,

What price Red Rum or Mr Frisk?

 

A racehorse lives to race and run,

Some love the mud, and some the sun.

The folk who keep them love them too,

Without that what would racehorses do?.

 

There is no finer sight around

Than a high fence cleared with one bound,

By an equine athlete supreme,

With ears pricked and eyes agleam.

 

What is it with those who profess to protect

That they'd never allow our chance to expect

The sight of man and horse "as one"

In full flight - with so much to be won.

 

Life's a risk - that much is true,

And reaching for glory is not something new;

Give me man and horse - and beat the drum! 

What price Mr Frisk...what price Red Rum?

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