Bobby is riding on his bicycle today
O what wild dreams he has in his heart - who can say? !
He'll have a taste of the wind and the open sky;
Around Ward Jackson Park: watch him as he speeds by!
O pleasure belongs to him and the glowing sights
Of tree lined groves and avenues of great delight!
He rides with adventures and a feeling of joy.
For he is our bright Bobby: the bicycle boy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem