I went to a Greyhound Dog Race
The dogs were so fast I couldn’t keep up the pace
It was Daytona Beach, Florida
A place where Greyhound Dog races are known
Those Greyhound Dogs were always ready to run
But it was in betting fun
Some one would let the mechanic Rabbit loose
Then out the starting gate the Greyhound dogs would be as quick as a flash
The precision in dash
A race around the whole track
Front and back in leading the pack
Dust flying in the sir
The clock is ticking, but always having time to spare
Suddenly the winning Greyhound Dog would be announced
People often placed bets
Sometimes the winnings assured in being set
The Greyhound Dog standing in victory
As they say, the rest is history.