There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; <br />While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. <br />There's some that ride as sailors do, with legs, and arms, and teeth; <br />And some that ride the horse's neck, and some ride underneath. <br />But all the finest horsemen out -- the men to Beat the Band -- <br />You'll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand. <br />They'll say "He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight." <br />They'll know how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late <br /> <br />They'll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head; <br />They'll tell how one was "livened up" and something else was "dead" -- <br />In fact, the race was never run on sea, or sky, or land, <br />But what you'd get it better done by riders in the Stand. <br /> <br />The rule holds good in everything in life's uncertain fight; <br />You'll find the winner can't go wrong, the loser can't go right. <br />You ride a slashing race, and lose -- by one and all you're banned! <br />Ride like a bag of flour, and win -- they'll cheer you in the Stand<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riders-in-the-stand/
