The Land Where We Go
The magical bicycle takes me to the land of the elves
Where they teach me the flute, where the dinosaur dwells.
I perch on the seat and wave to animals I would like to meet.
They are eager to see if I will fall off this mystical seat.
I am standing now, with my cape blowing in the wind.
Meeting the day’s breezes, my happiness about to begin.
There are ferns full of faeries, and dwarfs blowing me kisses.
I balance on one foot and have a couple of near misses.
The land where we go is better than my midnight dreams.
The fantasy world of glow is filled with electronic moonbeams.
We are happy in our twosome, this mighty bike and me.
I have to admit that we also dive down low where I jump into the sea.
The melodic sounds of the ocean glide me back to my bike.
Where we go for a longer ride, and I grab up a karaoke mike.
I belt out a song and the elementals cheer like mad, simply go wild.
When you have a magical bike, you become a mystical child.
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