Apollo
The faster he runs, the less he can see
His feet carry his body
before he and the ground can meet
Right, then left
His feet take turns
Going faster and faster
‘Til he can feel the burn
Pumping his legs he’s almost there
Bygolly he’s done it
The crowd erupts in a cheer
He’s defeated Usain Bolt, Tyson Gay, and Donovan Bailey
Team Greece has won, but no surprise
Apollo runs like this daily
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