Deep in the woods where the wild things roam
Back in the dark there are things
That happen at night when you'r all safe at home
When young men compete to be kings.
It happens each year when the falls fairs are on
These gatherings out in the dark
Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on
From these things that they do for a lark
The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm
To the winner of last years crusade
His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm
Now that this years challenge is made
It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair
"Josiah, you're not is our class!"
He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares
For to him, it's a sin for to sass
They show up at night, all dressed up in black
No surprise if you knew how they live
But tonight is the time, for them all to step up
For a Lesson's about to be give
The street was all dark, save a lantern or two
as the riders came out from the trees
These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark
These were ones that would make your heart freeze
Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd
Mr. Martin he said...I am here
Now is the time to show just how proud
of the horses you have over there.
I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights
Where the young men come out and are facing
Their fears and their hopes with only two lights
It's the start of Amish Drag Racing
It was something to see these men dressed all the same
Two big clydesdales each made up their team
But to both of these men, this was not just a game
This was the way that they all burned off steam
They didn't dare fight for that was a sin
And team sports didn't get the job done
None of them drank so there was no need for gin
And a barnraising just wasn't fun
Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride
Young Josiah just stood there and stared
Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride
Poor Josiah just stood looking scared
The starter came forth and he said to the men
With this hanky I will start the race
I will let it fly loose once I count to ten
And I let it fly free into space.
He counted it down and let go of the rag
And nobody moved from the post
Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag
And they both looked like they'd just seen a ghost
The hanky was black just like ones they all had
And nobody saw him let go
The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad
In fact some men started to go
So, they tried it again with a different technique
Cause they found nothing there that was white
You can say it was strange but I say unique
To watch Amish men race in the night.
The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains
Sweat was poring from off of their backs
You could see from their eys it was really a strain
As their drivers took up the reigns slack
Equally paired, with two horsepower each
They tore up the road like a shot
But a really fast speed they both never would reach
Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot.
Amish drag racing is really a night
To see if the other would show
For it's really no way to prove who is right
And the attendance is really quite low
So if you get invited and your hear of a race
That takes place where wild things roam
Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face
You'd prefer not and would rather stay home.
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