come fly with me

clickity clack clickity clack
churning on the spokes...
mile after mile go back
riding though the oaks.


sliding through the gears
up and down; up and down
air whizzing through your ears
flying around town

huff and puff
and huff and puff
getting a little tough
sure enough

biking up a slope
with even more panting,
end in sight; a constant hope
the journey quite enchanting

soaking in the outdoors
sun wind and rain
cooler climes one always adores
finally all pulled up, on the well greased chain

basking in the feat
resting your trusty feet
and your tired seat
while grabbing a bite to eat

the ride just begins to thrill
as you let go downhill
totally free with simple glee
so come fly away with me ...