Charity

Charity rose to a prominent place
Before an opulent crowd at the "grounds"
Prosperity written all over his face
Clearly the toast of the town
He was willing and thrilling
And practically killing the horses
That clustered around
He was gentle with babies
Did fine with the ladies
Worth buckets of gold by the pound
"Run Baby Run"
Were the words he could hear
As his nose took the lead
Round the bend
But he started too slow
And his heart wouldn't go
And as he wondered when it would all end
He'd been winning for years
Had grown used to the cheers
He was reluctant to give up his crown
He was into his prime
As he passed or the line
And now he's the Saint of the Downs



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Gabriel Wasserberger, Larry Feigelman
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