The Cup

The cup was gold and gleaming,

It shimmered in the sun,

It called to us along the line

As we were poised to run.

The starter called, ‘Get ready!’

The starter called, ‘Get set!’

Our hearts were pounding loudly,

Our hands were sleek with sweat.

And when we heard the cry of ‘Go!’

We sprang off in a burst,

We ran until our muscles ached,

All striving to be first.

And when the race was over,

There were no pouts or tears,

The cup went to the winner

And we each gave her three cheers.

But don’t think I don’t want it.

I’m never giving up.

I’ll train till I’m the fastest,

Then I’ll win that golden cup.