The gun sounds;
Pounding feet abound.
They scramble quickly all around.
Fierce is the fight to take the lead;
Strategy is the key all must heed;
And the feat of surpassing a respected deed.
Hurry now! Don't let them catch up!
Lest you become known as syrup.
If you're passed then time you must make-up.
Pounding feet come fast down this track,
No one willing to pull back,
Speed the gift none here lack.
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