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ONCE I OWNED A RACE HORSE.
 I NAMED HIM DONNIE BOY.
 HE WAS THE FASTEST HORSE AROUND.
 HE WAS MY PRIDE AND JOY.
 
THEN CAME THE DAY AT CHURCH HILL DOWNS.
 WHERE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO RUN.
 IT WAS A PERFECT RACING DAY.
 AND HE WAS THE FAVORITE ONE.
 
WITH HIS HEAD HELD HIGH,HE PRANCED AROUND.
 HE KNEW HE WAS THE BEST.
 SO ON HIM I PLACED A WAGER.
 HE WAS FASTER THAN THE REST.
 
ATLAST THE FINAL TRUMPET SOUND.
 OF COURSE THE WHISTLE BLEW.
 THE GATE SWUNG OPEN WITH A BANG.
 AND OUT CAME YOU KNOW WHO.
 
HE WAS HEADED FOR THE FINISH LINE.
 I KNEW THAT HE WOULD WIN.
 BUT THEN HE HEARD,THE CHEERING CROWD.
 AND IT HAPPENED ONCE AGAIN.
 
HIS PRIDE TOOK OVER,HE BEGAN TO PRANCE.
 JUST LIKE A WINDUP TOY.
 SO NOW YOU KNOW THE STORY OF.
 HIGH STEPPING,DONNIE BOY.
 
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS.
 IF YOUR RACE HORSE,WANTS TO PRANCE.
 JUST TAKE HIM TO A STUDIO.
 AND TEACH HIM HOW TO DANCE