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
Police outline of a flattened mother & child and the bicycle they suspect did it
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.
