Witnessed the birth of that chestnut filly
Blaze pure white
Clear in the night
Told them my dream, which they found quite silly.
As she grew, we saw her athleticism
It inspired me to proclaim:
"The July will beher aim."
Lo and behond, it received no criticism.
It is the first Saturday in July
Briskly she jumps from her pen and
Just like that 'barren doe' she starts to fly.
Thunder in her hooves,
Fire in her heart,
Victorious she proves!