You give me a tickly tummy

when I’m ready to race.

I try not to be scared of you,

knowing you’ll up my pace.

You make me feel sick sometimes.

You always bring along some dread

that I won’t be able to perform.

I fear coming last instead.

So, how can I use you to guide me,

to help me think positive things?

Cos surely the butterflies you send me

are there to give me wings…?