Lets Go Fly a Bike

Those BMX bikers were kicking up dust But the blockade ahead meant they had to have trust The little green guy with a face like a sprout Would come up with something to help them all out The soldiers in Jeep’s that were blocking the road Studied their sergeant who grinned as he strode His carbine was loaded and held firm and steady Hey kids, you've run out of road... already The kids saw that soon they’d have no road at all For first there were Jeeps... then a twenty foot wall Their wrinkled up friend better do something good As each of them peddled as fast as they could The soldiers could see that those bikes they weren't slowing Those bikes were still coming... but wouldn't be going Machine carbines raised at the oncoming children No soldier was sure they’d be able to kill them Faster and faster those pedals were spinning The little green alien just sat there grinning And then they soared over those Jeeps, that’s not all Those kids all got splatted against that brick wall * [and then Mr Spielberg responded in person I think I just might film a different version]