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When I was much younger, a ride that went from good to bad; for days! |
| Just air up the tires and roll down dirt roads. Watch out for sandburs and fast jumping toads. Clothespins and cards on the spokes so they click. I oiled the chain so it wouldn't stick. Here's a washboard, hold on the handlebars. Let's get off this road before I see stars. Lie in the grass; a poison ivy bed? We'll get you home before it starts to spread. Get some medicine to make you feel fine. Ahh, relief- ole-pal-o-mine calamine. Now you feel better, your tires need a patch. Guess I'll have to walk, and try not to scratch. |