My dad was a horse lover, but not for their looks
If they ran fast, they were in his good books
So every week in the betting shop, he always had a win,
It was really not a flop, he had something to grin
Studying for hours the newspaper for a sign
Comparing all the horses, he knew which one was fine
Dad never won a fortune, but also lost no money
The bet was for a win or place, it was really very funny
This was many years ago, he now bets up in the sky
with the horsemen of the apocalypse to find the fastest guy