There Was Once A Sport Called Swimming
There once was a sport called swimming.
It started out with just a few.
And our goals were to always be winning,
We earned some medals, just a few.
There is now a sport called swimming.
Our new coach she sure knew,
That it would be a struggle winning,
With little equipment and some not so new.
Now a fun sport called swimming,
More people make more than just a few.
It is no longer a struggle winning,
Even with the challenge of pleasing a higher few.
This year an epic sport will be called swimming.
Although my left leg was broken,
It should not be a problem winning,
Because some things can never be broken.
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