A Marvel of Invention –
the people look on proud.
A noble gent is making
his way through the crowd.
He’s sat on a seat – made of wood and of brass
awaiting peelers whistle – which lets him go past
Seeing his neighbours going on by
and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly.
Just then, rider moves and his bike starts to wobble,
so he looks briefly round for a stray or loose cobble.
But our hero must take care – or else he will fall
So he rides with his head high, body straight and tall.