Michigan Mike

Early every weekday morning with the dew still on the grass way off in the distance I hear a tiny blast. Then a steady, soft purr follows, he's on his way, at last. It,s "Michigan Mike" a big ole' boy, he ran away from home. From all the ice and snow and cold. for a soft, sweet place to roam. No more scraping sidewalks or freezing off his nose. No more itchy long handles or heavy, thick, big clothes. Your in the land of sunshine brother; ride that bike with joy. This is what you wanted since you were just a lean, young boy. But, always remember on your rides; someone, somewhere loves you. she thinks about you often, and wants to run away too.