The Riders in the Stand

There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; / While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. / There's some that ride like sailors do, with legs and arms, and teeth; / And some ride on the horse's neck, and some ride underneath.

But all the finest horsemen out -- the men to Beat the Band -- / You'll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand. / They'll say "He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight." / They'll show how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late.

They'll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head; / They'll tell how one was "livened up" and something else was "dead" -- / In fact, the race was never run on sea, or sky, or land, / But what you'd get it better done by riders in the Stand.

The rule holds good in everything in life's uncertain fight; / You'll find the winner can't go wrong, the loser can't go right. / You ride a slashing race, and lose -- by one and all you're banned! / Ride like a bag of flour, and win -- they'll cheer you in the Stand.