Everything is changing fast
The way our journeys flow
We love our car; it’s the best by far
Whether sunshine, rain or snow
We know the ride is turning
No doubt creating traffic spikes
Bus lanes now have all-day rights
Plus much more room for bikes
No longer pedals to the metal
There’ll be wheelies everywhere
Motoring a lesser city thing
A traffic state to trap ensnare
We’ll be needing handle baskets
Clip-on heated weather capes
Two-wheeled trailers lockable
Suiting very shopping traipse
Handlebars will mean that jars
Can be swallowed to excess
Saddled with a drunken rush
As screeching buses make a mess
But all the worlds a cycle
In the summertime it’s prime
Where light fair-weather butterflies
Have no thoughts of wintertime
Let’s not forget it’s healthier
Less fumes, less fug distress
As pedal thrust conveyances
Change the ways of NHS
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