The Race at the Old County Fair (Steve Dickson )

The Race at the Old County Fair

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Horses came from near and far

 On that fine and sunny day

 Rich and poor men brought ‘em out

 On that afternoon in May

Paints and Arabs, Appys too

 Many other breeds were there

 Racin’ for the braggin’ rights

 At the local county fair

Banker brought his thoroughbred

 They all said that horse was fast

 Ran him at the Derby once

 But he came in next to last

One feller brought a donkey

 Another rode on a mule

 They were banned from the big race

 So they had a private duel

Nine horses stood at the line

 But then just before the shot

 Feller ran up out of breath

 Said ‘look here what I done brought’

He opened up his trailer

 Rode on over to the rest

 On a ugly swayback beast

 The line judge said sir you jest

The horse looked just plumb awful

 Had a humpy roman nose

 One ear was gone completely

 And a rank aroma rose

He walked up to the others

 They sure didn’t want him there

 Fussin’ and a fidgetin’

 With noses up in the air

The shot rang out, they were gone

 A runnin’ down the dirt track

 The thoroughbred was leadin’

 the rest of the motley pack

The race was going his way

 Then the crowd was filled with ire

 As the plug was gainin’ ground

 Runnin’ like his butt’s afire

History was made that day

 Many lost a lot of cash

 Most bet on the thoroughbred

 He sure didn’t win that dash

No other horse was faster

 When once they got him started

 Nine horses would not beat him

 None could outrun Hoof Hearted