I bring great pleasure in times of leasure
For both man and his wife.
I bring good health in poverty and wealth
In all stages of human life.

In the speedy game my sparkling frame
Twisted and turned at man’s will
Rises and glides, over gentle hillsides
Providing a joyous thrill.

From End to End, on the Continent,
Great Britain, Belgium, France,
All people stare at the flashy glare
Of my spokes in that spinning trance.

Though it hasn’t been always triumph’s archways
Hardship came more days than one:
Maddening traffic, temperature arctic
More punctures than miles I ran.

I was conceived, born and bereaved
Of success along my path
A cousin became heir to the name
King ‘Axle ‘n Pedal’ (no laugh).

Few good men still rode me then,
United and had great fun:
Birds of a feather trike together.
The future had begun.