Sam Sam the Motorcycle Man

There once were two Sam's who met by chance cycling a path where friendships were cast dwelled by plenty, the old Garden Valley down in the valley green grass still grows Sideaway at 69th all the way to 79th Sam the plumber was a cool man holstering tools in very strong hands cycling at night beneath the moon gleaming like diamonds 100 lights the scent of money was Sam's delight the beauty of his cycle memoirs his fame to tell the truth revealed his name glowing memories of his cycling days crossing every state in the USA a big cigar dangling the side of his face a kinsman he was on 69th motorcycle Sam the plumber man. DJ Sam the music man loved to cycle all over the place up hill, down hill, so tranquil a face cycling the Nam a serviceman Sam took flight, landing beneath lights and cycled the land of milk and honey his state was golden like royalty just as the gentleman he exposed cap on his head sometimes in his hand yes ma’am said Sam to the lady of the house crossing over 69th old Savmors in sight a sister got a scare when his cycle took a slide and the kinsman came to be at his side but DJ Sam was back riding in no time a brother, a father, a friend forever the precious pearl always remembered a knight with a suit tailored for honor motorcycle Sam the music man. with fond memories riding two cycles through a garden valley on twice a journey with Sam Sam the motorcycle man.