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The Villan Rides to ‘elle  
 


I want to learn to ride a bike
‘But bicycles are dangerous,’ Mam said
‘You cannot do just what you like.’

I had to make do with a trike,
she was convinced that I’d be dead,
I want to learn to ride a bike.

My cousins fly by as I hike.
What can you do but keep the head,
you cannot do just what you like.

As I grew up, I’d climb the pike
and sit and eat my jam and bread,
I want to learn to ride a bike.

I’d argue with her like a tyke,
so many times my eyes were red,
you cannot do just what you like.

But then I met my handsome Mike
who taught me well, up in the shed,
I only cared to ride a bike,
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you really can do what you like.






















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