He was on the chase.
He planned on winning this race.
She was the prettiest girl in school.
And he had to beat out all the rest of the fools.
He would have just one chance.
To win this chase to romance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And, they're off! Out the gate they go... He's taking the lead... He wins the prize! The prettiest girl of all! : -)