SKEWBALL
(unknown date; manuscript provided by M. Dowding 2013)Oh Skewball was a racehorse
I thought he was fine
He never drank water
He only drank wine
I backed him with silver
I backed him with gold
And the rest of my story
Is easily told
For now I'm a pauper
And you'll follow suit
If you back a racehorse
That's pissed as a newt
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