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TRICYCLE

I love to ride a bicycle

There’s nothing like a bike

But it’s not half as nicycle

As my first childhood tricycle

Through wind and rain and icicle

I loved to ride that trike



My Dad made a set of lolly-stick-clackers

On the back wheel of that trike

They sounded like high speed maracas

They would scare off any attackers

They would drive the neighbours crackers

When I rode by on my bike



I’d ride it like a boy possessed

Ringing the bell as much as I like

Mrs Next-door says I’m a pest

She’s off indoors to have a rest

I’m off to explore the Wild West

As soon as I’ve saddled my trike



I’d gallop along the grassy track

With all the things I’d need of course

Crammed in the tin box at the back

A string lasso, a gun(!) I’d pack

Indians won’t dare attack

As I gallop along on my horse



Sometimes I’d turn much too fast and I’d crash

I’d lay there – pretend I was dead





But nobody bothered to check out the smash

Burn my body and sprinkle the ash

Solicitors didn’t claim oodles of cash

I just got up and played on instead



I’d pedal like a crazy loon

To get my rockets burning

“I’m heading off towards the moon!

“Don’t worry, Mum – I’ll be back soon

“Though it might take me all the afternoon

“If I miss my turn returning”



Yeah - I love to ride a bicycle

There’s nothing like a bike

But it’s not half as nicycle

As that first childhood tricycle

I’ll say it once, twice, thricycle

What fun I had on that trike

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