April started off slowly,
the others seemed so fast;
by the time they’d reached the bend,
April was running at last.
She took the time to warm up,
wore all the right gear for the track;
and that’s our little April,
the one in the lead at the back.
Slowly she made her progress
like a pilgrim who seeks for the truth,
but without the knowledge of age,
and with all the folly of youth.
By the ring of the bell she was level,
with crowd sounds in her ears she was moved;
her legs kept propelling her faster,
but would it be enough?
That was yet to be proved.
At the tape they stopped for a photo,
it was far too close to call;
who would the winner end up to be,
and who’d get to sing ‘Wonderwall’?
April won by the smallest of margins,
a tenth of a tenth of a second,
and she stood in the Gold medal position,
well deserved was what everyone reckoned.
April won, she had trained for so long
and gained reward in the race,
and Oasis was sung for her song,
she had such a huge smile on her face.