Pineapple, crabapple

Pineapple, Crabapple, sweet smelling lime
Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time
Song bitter sweet, a musical treat, I'm riding my bike singing good things to eat.
Look at the colours, six kinds of green
Blue yellow flowers with orange in between.
Butterfly wings, such beautiful things,
I'm riding along with my eyes wide open and I'm singing a song.
I'm wheelin', I'm feelin', I'm happy and strong.
I smell a skunk cabbage walking on the bog walk.
If I'm quiet enough I'll even hear the frogs talk.
Weaving a bloom on harmony's loom
Daffodils humming a hummingbird's tune.
Honeysuckle, milkweed, delightful temptation
Blackberries, chokecherries, nature's creation
A fragrance so rare like little kids hair
It's here now, it's there now, it's everywhere and I'm singing a song,
It's real and I'm feeling it's fragile and strong.
Toes goin' squish-squash, sliding through the wet moss
a ditch running gurgle gosh, I think I'll try to jump across.
Hair streaming windblown legs wheeling round and round,
Road racing under me, my bike blends into the rhythm and time and seasons and rhyme.
I'm riding along and I feel like singing so I'll sing you a song, sing you a song.
I'm reelin', I'm feelin', I'm happy and strong.
Sing you a song, Wheelin' along . . .