I like wheels – that’s what I like.
Cars or trucks or a motor bike,
wheels make me smile and grin.
Some wheels spin in wind on a pin.
I wish I had wheels on my feet.
Then I can zoom down the street.
Up the ramp and flying high,
wheeling through the open sky.
I wish I had wheels on my chair.
I could get things way over there.
I could scoot in my stocking feet.
Or reach things high standing on seat.
Wheels go round and round in my head.
I wish I had wheels on my bed.
Then I can drive to all my dreams.
Win all the races, hear crowd screams.
In the garage, my wheels parked there.
Soon I’ll be out, wind in my hair.
First kick tires, adjust the seat.
Polish the chrome isn’t she sweet.
Check the mirror so I can see,
everything – way behind me.
Yes – riding fast is what I like.
On all three wheels of my trike.