Come all you runners to the field
let’s see who’ll take the gold
Whoever doesn’t win must yield
so come, be fleet, be bold
The time has come, the starter’s gun
propels you on your way
You athletes who were born to run
will meet your fate today
Within the scrambling jostling pack
one runner fights for space
To bolt like lightning down the track
and win the vaunted race
With pounding heart and lungs aflame
you cross the finish line
To take the trophy and the fame
that oh! I wish were mine
let’s see who’ll take the gold
Whoever doesn’t win must yield
so come, be fleet, be bold
The time has come, the starter’s gun
propels you on your way
You athletes who were born to run
will meet your fate today
Within the scrambling jostling pack
one runner fights for space
To bolt like lightning down the track
and win the vaunted race
With pounding heart and lungs aflame
you cross the finish line
To take the trophy and the fame
that oh! I wish were mine
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