I Once Had a Bike
Rolling, rolling, rolling,
I go.
Forward, forward, forward,
I know.
Backward,
Oops,
I cannot go.
I once had a bike.
It was my nice,
Toy.
I grew up,
And I then had a bike.
Vroom, vroom, vroom,
It went forward,
But never backward.
I turned out just like my bikes.
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