Tribute To a Trainer
There’s a lad from Cunnamulla, and he’s going to the top,
For he trains a string of horses
That don’t know how to stop.
A likeable larrikin, a real hardworking bloke
Who has a knack with horses
Loves his job, a challenge and a joke.
Last week at Chinchilla
He knocked them down like pins,
5 out of 6 races
And all of them bloody wins!
The owners they all loved him,
He was the talk of all the crowd,
The rest they just clapped him-
Clapped him right out loud.
He smiled a little shyly,
Scratched his head & said to us,
“I can’t do this every week you know,
I’m just trying to make a crust.”
I watched him as his horses ran,
To see how he’d react,
Well, they all won for this maestro
This master of the track.
He showed a little happiness,
Not too much for us to see,
With 100 or more to run
“Here comes the big Fella,” he shouted & smiled,
This winning races is fun!
What happened to the other race.
The one he didn’t win.
When you have no horses in!
You can talk about Gai Waterhouse,
The Horse Whisper, the lot,
But they could learn a thing or two
From a Miles trainer named, LES ROSS.
