Thirty days have Septober April, June, and Nowonder All the rest have peanut butter All except my dear grandmother She had a little red tricycle I stole it
I am in love with my little red tricycle It has pedals, and a seat that has springs And wheels that have spokes That don´t speak ´til they´re spoken to And a little bell that can ring See? See?
Thirty days have Septober April, June, and Nowonder All the rest have peanut butter All except my dear grandmother She had a little red tricycle It´s mine now!
When I´m riding my little red tricycle Why do people always stop and ask me "Why must you ride on that little red tricycle? Act your age, you know you´re forty-three."
I didn´t really steal the tricycle from my grandmother It followed me home