There's only one thing wrong with money:
Somehow, you have to get it.
I have to make someone else rich
Before I can go bet it.

Those horses have come to depend on me
To supplement their income.
They need shoes four times a year;
They need feed, and then some.

I don't mind supporting them at all,
It's the jockeys I don't like;
Sometimes, they steer those horses
Like they were learning to ride a bike!

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