The Race
The frigid air was chilling, the frozen track scraped clear.
Out came the mighty reinsmen, all proud from ear-to-ear.
The smiling Swede, the German pro, they stepped toward the track.
The champ from France, the Kiwi kid – both ready to attack.
Fresh pressed driving colours and leather boots all shined.
Gloves and hats and winter gear. Helmets well designed.