Annie's Song by Nancy Henry

When next you and Annie go walking,
Try to imagine her talking. 
With all her past glories, 
Think of the stories! 

Imagine what Annie has seen, 
Like grass that was blue and not green! 
Her trainers were keen; 
Her jockeys were lean; 
The pressure was on our Net Queen. 

Think of what Annie must know, 
From Tampa to Ontario. 
She couldn't be slow; 
It was her time to go, 
And finally she came in to show. 

This girl from Kentucky, 
Was not always lucky, 
And sometimes her joints would get sore. 
She gave it her all, and then she gave more,
But for her, new things were in store.

Next time you go walking, 
Think of her talking, 
And telling her story alone. 
This classy old roan 
Has no cause to groan. 
She's doing just fine on cloud nine!