I see you there, bicycle

Leaning on the wall

Waiting for your rider

As in a shop  they call

You are a swift and silent steed

As you canter through the streets

Your tires are pumped

Your saddle plumped

No need for bribes or treats

You have your own marked laneway

That no one would dare cross

Without a quick glance left and right

Unless they’re up for loss

No helmet for your rider

In Helsinki it’s not needed

Road rules apply, no cars defy

And safety’s always heeded

So there you wait, outside cafes

Ready to get rollin’

I can’t believe that you’re still there

In Sydney you’d be stolen.