O to have a little bike
With wheels and gears and handlebars
And pushrods pushing up and down,
Nimbly threading through the cars.
Shiny mudguards front and rear
Mudflaps, gaiters, bar-end mitts
And the chain within its chaincase
Safe from spray and salt and... er, grit
I would ride it all the day
Put-put-putting up and down
Up the hills and down the lanes
Going for shopping in the town.
In helmet, oilskins, derriboots
In such fine style I'd arrive
Upon a two-wheeled paragon:
The lovely CG125.
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