D'you see the Kenyan run along the road?
It's like his feet they hardly touched the ground
We just stood still and with our eyes followed
His flying frame that hardly made a sound.
He flashes past while we stand in our place
Then gradually, as the leaders come, we cheer
With stunning speed, with elegance and grace
They run past us and then they disappear
Soon followed by the others in the race
The ever happy crowds who've run for miles
With waves and panting but with steady pace
Who run along with pained but happy smiles.
While my knee and myself we clap and laugh
And long for when we'll run the Hastings half.
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