Twas the night before the Relay, when all through the Bay
Not a creature was stirring, not even in Monterey.
The reflective vests were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that race day soon would be there.
The runners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the finish line danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘singlet, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our feet for a short fitful nap.
When out in the city there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of fog thick as snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to streetcars below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature van, and six runners dear.
With a weary-eyed driver, not so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be some trick.
More rapid than coursers these harriers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called each name!
To the top of the bridge! to the top of the hill!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Then I woke with a start, it was all just a dream,
And away it all flew like the water down a stream.
But tomorrow we race, it's gonna be quite a fight,
200 miles to Santa Cruz, we'll be there by first light!
Good luck to all the teams running the Golden Gate Relay this year to benefit Organs 'R' Us! Please consider donating to this worthy cause. Google1 will be vying again for the win. Here's to a competitive race!
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