Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown