Durn it, Durn it,
I just can't discern it,
Who will win Breeder's Cup gold?

Races to be played,
Cash to be made,
But it's going to be chalky I'm told.

I fret and I fuss,
I sweat and I cuss,
What O what shall I do?

My back's to the wall,
I can't play them all,
What pray tell, say you?