One Wheel, Two Wheel, yellow wheel, cool wheel:
The cat in that hat arrives on vehicular red,
Quite happily riding this balancing sled.
Confounded kit, she bit my mitt; Gloves bee-like they sweep away grit.
So scarper, on highway, fly-away fast;
Ride like the east wind, chased by the west.
Holding on tight, twisting throttle’s a blast!
Go like the clappers, motorcycles are the best.
After Dr Seuss (May 2 1904)
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