5 August 2012
Whenever there's a glimmer, A little spark of light I grab it with both hands And run with all my might
If ever there's a whisper, A tiny little whiff I'll make it to the podium, And GOLD is what I'll lift!
I'm not much good if held back, Tied up in the stocks If I cannot see a way out Sit and cry at the locks
But give me just a whisker, Leave a door ajar And you won't see me for dust - You'll just see me from afar!
Hope And Glory • Opuss № I