You are such a fearless thing in your twenties now and still alive when I got that bike seat for you and me to travel around on the back for all to see
Man I peddled fast on busy streets with you cooing on the back seat you loved the speed so fearless indeed
Then that day that we were on our way for your mothers to mine down that steep hill with all the ramps of many gradients unkind
We hit that rather big speed bump and with an unnatural clunk I knew something was amiss I stopped, got off, goodness the seat was junk
There you were learning over one of the supports were broken and gone yet you smiled at me, my non plus tike my sweet baby on my bike