"A Gazelle In Equine Form"
From when he first announced himself
in the twenty-fourteen Supreme
the thrills were everywhere
disappointments few, and far between
Sure, he fell at Aintree
And at P'town he was in the wrong race
but everything else he did
he did with style and grace
Giant stride, ears pricked
his beautiful great head held high
Ruby standing in his irons
whip pointing to the sky
He was beautifully described
a gazelle in equine form
running up that hill
taking the festival by storm
Farewell champion
you were the one for me
that drew me into this great sport
May you forever run free
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