My rickety bike
Is the finest anyone could have
I ride it along
All the rickety paths
It goes rickety, scwickety
On the rickety paths
And woogedy, soogedy
On the smooth ones
I love my rickety bike
It takes me wherever I go
Forgive me for my rickety handwriting
Because I wrote this on my rickety bike
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