When I was just a little tike
I got my very first bike
It was big,shiny and red.
It went around the corners
And up and down the hills--
It obeyed my every will.

It was my bike my friends liked
Even better than their own.
One day we rode through a puddle
And my clothes were a mess--
But my mom and dad
Didn't love me any less.

Whenever I rode my red bike
I felt like a big, shining knight!