As we ran past the church of St. Vincent de Paul
We spoke of Olympians giving it their all—
Particularly a runner whose race had ended
With a fall that led to her torso extended.
A victory that led to a bit of concern
About the rules of the race forcing people to learn
That the torso is what determines who is best
By crossing the finish line before all the rest—
Getting back to our run we noticed a creature
For whom our quick run was an unwelcome feature.
A rat who in its own way was trying to give
It’s all and bring home a big piece of bread to live,
But we startled it with our loud, rapid, long stridesSo our now not champion rat ran off to hide.