there was a little mouse he just long to be
a motorcycle rider in the isle of man tt
he bought himself a bike of the very best
took it to the racecourse to put it to the test.
now the mouse ready for his favourite race
all lined up to go mouse he took his place
then they all set off fifty maybe more
through the roads and bends they began to soar.
mouse he took it steady holding back his pace
till it was near the finish then open up and race
just a mile to go mouse he took the lead
opened up his throttle going very fast indeed.
passing all the others with his faster pace
mouse he crossed the finish line he had won the race
now he was a rider in isle of man tt
his name his on his trophy for all the world to see
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
there was a little mouse he just long to be
a motorcycle rider in the isle of man tt
he bought himself a bike of the very best
took it to the racecourse to put it to the test.
now the mouse ready for his favourite race
all lined up to go mouse he took his place
then they all set off fifty maybe more
through the roads and bends they began to soar.
mouse he took it steady holding back his pace
till it was near the finish then open up and race
just a mile to go mouse he took the lead
opened up his throttle going very fast indeed.
passing all the others with his faster pace
mouse he crossed the finish line he had won the race
now he was a rider in isle of man tt
his name his on his trophy for all the world to see
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