Today’s treat is a day at the races, we will all meet in the station at seven, all aboard and the bus conductor does a head count, five minutes later were on the motorway, the venue we reach, trackside is the target, seconds later we find a spot, The Tick Tack Toe man is waving his arm, so bets are placed, and they’re off, Moments later it’s the last furlong, the crowd cheering louder and louder, and there’s a winner, A few collect there winnings, and lots screw up their slip, seven races later, and the bookies WIN EVERY TIME.