I sit astride the seat, then, With great care,
I dig my feet into the pedals, And past the swishing air
I race along with great speed, Looking down haughtily at passer-by
Waving to the observers Who watch as I go by.
Suddenly, the wheel slips; I fly off of the seat
And fall onto the rough pavement, Damaging my leg-meat
On the hard, sharp stones that lie there, Waiting for their next victim
But oh, wasn't it worth it!