A long day, a slow day, a day for the quicks,
And not much else happened again,
Going West towards Paris, and ending in Troyes,
With less fizz than the local champagne.
It was pretty routine as the race moved along,
With Katusha the prominent train,
As kilometres ticked, and the peloton closed,
Demare moved to position again,
F.D.J. and Lotto pushed,
As the breakaway felt the pain,
Quickstep appeared with Marcel Kittel,
As he looked for the maximum gain.
He came from the back, and he got to the front,
Raised his arm for the triumph again,
After trusting himself to be faster than all,
Without needing the help of his train.