Come one, come all and listen to the lyrical stylings of the world famous troubadour, the mesmerizing poet Mr. E. Quine himself.

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A mystical force surrounding two men
Has created a stir inside the show pen,
And they both wear green,
They’re men in green.

Some say it’s Louisiana black voodoo
That’s transformed green into a magical hue.
They’re charmed in green,
Those men in green.

Shawn Flarida slides in to whistles and hollers,
An earner of well over $2 million,
He grins in green,
Cause he wins in green.

The crock of gold will belong to Shawn,
For no one can catch this leprechaun.
A reiner in green,
That man in green.

Whether Wimpys Little Chic or Walla Walla Whiz,
If he’s donning the green, the championship’s his.
He takes home the green,
When he’s in green.

An Alabama trainer named Austin Shepard
Likes wearing green, so his rivals get peppered.
He’s a mean green bean,
In his shirt of green.

He’s won three consecutive futurities,
Including Augusta and Tunica, with ease,
While wearing green,
That gremlin in green.

Austin didn’t stop there, didn’t put on the brakes,
He then took the Super and Cotton Stakes,
There’s something about green,
That cutter in green.

All cutters are wondering what it could be:
Can’t blame it on his mount High Brow CD.
It must be the green,
Cause he wins in green.

Now cutters and reiners better listen hard
To the sage advice from this here bard:
You’ll get more green,
If you’re wearing green.