MEADOWLARK 
“Hark, Hark, says the Meadowlark, 
What’s that music I hear? 
The race bells are ringing 
And ringing out clear. 
“I’ll be there in the morning 
Before the races begin, 
I wonder if they’ll let 
All my children go in. 
“I will see the old Eagle, 
He’s always been square, 
He may let babies in 
By paying half fare.” 
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