Arthur's Court
There once was a lad ‘o long time ago
His bicycle, to be sure, was grand
The whitewalls were sturdy, the breaks in their prime
No equal did it have in the land
One sinister eve the man and his bike
Decided to challenge the law
Thought he, ‘If I’m quick, ‘ol Trixie and me
Can run and never be saw…seen.
So along sped the boy, no lights on his bike
‘Till past the old mounty he rode
With the speed of a puma he jumped in a bush
Then scurried back to his parents abode
Nervous and timid his conscience did wax
And his father no help tried to offer
Lessons must be learned, my boy needs to know
That transgressors in this life never prosper
So in his heart the boy pledged change
A new being he aspired to be
He’d teach the world not to ride lightless at night
For him, the choice no longer binary
Time rolled on and the boy upright grew
His accomplice in crime even turned a new tire
Now a father with kids, he taught them so well
Until one day some kids toyed with fire
A boy dropped in and asked out his darling girl
A biking date was planned and set
So the man took his cycle and patched up a hole
The streets hadn’t seen the last of ‘Ol Trixie yet
With a smile the man gleamed and hoped in his heart
That ‘ol Trixie would keep them from sin
Alas, his life goal, was shattered in two
When he asked if in the dark they had been
It was true, their bike ride was without lights and outside
And reminded him of his day in the bush
And just like him, they too felt the guilt
And decided ne’er more the law to push
The moral seems clear, but please lend me your ear
And indulge me as I utter and moan:
When the sun’s gone down, there’s no place in town
As safe and as lighty as home
by a nighttime rider
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