By Josh Vogt (TheLorian)
Fred would run across the land
And rush quite fast over the sand
So he would move from place to place
To feel the wind about his face.
Many would try to keep up with Fred
Any who did were not long ahead
Nobody could match him as he sped.
Running was so natural for him
Under the shade where the light was dim
Nothing bothered him and he wasn’t grim
So he often runs, headed out on a whim.