The queen of the fillies,

The star of the track,

With a bit in her mouth,

And a saddle on her back.

She shattered the records,

Left many hearts broken,

She pranced from her races,

Each victory a token.

She was uncatchable,

Even before she was bought,

She defeated her opponents,

She couldn’t be caught.

At first she was laughed at,

They made fun of her size,

But she soon showed them,

That she was a prize.

She ran like the wind,

With joy in each stride,

She raced ahead of her enemies,

That were never at her side.

There was no one like her,

She couldn’t be matched,

She ran away with the races,

Their victories she snatched.

On the misty, early mornings,

After she breezed through a furlong,

Everybody around her knew,

That she was great all along.

She piled up victory after victory,

Win after win,

But then it happened,

And oh, what a sin.

She didn’t deserve it,

She wouldn’t give up,

She yanked on the bit,

Her leg shattered like a cup.

Finally, she stopped,

And was loaded into a van,

She screamed in pain,

But she did what she can.

It didn’t go well,

And her life was ended,

They did what they could,

But she wouldn’t be mended.

She went out a great champion,

She topped every chart,

And she proved that only death,

Could stop her great racing heart.