Freedom

With spinning spokes and turning wheel

The childen don protectve helms

And dogs nip at their heels

Which pedal o'er lands and realms,

The bicycles in all the parl,

Roll and ring till day turns dark.

Bring-bring;

Brring-bring, bring-bring: The sound of joy

Want of deception, plot or ploy!

 

With any color one could need,

Joyfully, to and fro

The children ride ther noble steeds

And happy parents watch. And so,

The bicycles in all the park

Roll and ring till day turns dark,

Brring-bring;

Brring-bring, brrig-bring: The sound of joy

Want of deception, plot or ploy!

 

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