The Silver Fox and the Banana Seat
The silver fox with the banana seat
Would know no boundary, surmount defeat.
A silver-gray and black and red
Was my new bike with it's new tread.
They said, be strong, be valiant to ride--
But only to end up on my side.
We won't give up without a fight
Our only hope is to stay upright
Tried again and again without success
Fell, scraped my knees-- oh what a mess!
The two uncles began to wonder
Why I couldn't ride, why I fell like thunder;
An uncle on the left and an uncle on the right,
Stable for a moment, then took flight:
Some hope and cheers began to abound,
But only to see me hit the ground...
Two uncles left, went back inside,
They knew that I would never ride.
It was just me and the silver fox,
Some dirt, pebbles, sticks and rocks.
Off to the station to fix my flat,
On the banana seat I wish I sat,
On the way back I tried once again,
My broken riding began to mend...
The first pedal was good and then the next
They flowed like a river, they flowed like text,
Sitting like a king on my banana seat
Transcending boundary, trumping defeat--
I could not give up without a fight,
We can ride all day, we can stay upright.
In the beginning I was on my side,
But can you believe it
I began to ride!