"The Bicycle Trip" as written by and Bruce Cockburn....
Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight

Corn grows high
Like a tall watusi
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Making my great escape

You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pigeons have a way of taking wing

Back again
Purple thistles bristle
All around
Bane of the Eternal Dancer

Home is just around the bend...
The end

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"The Bicycle Trip" as written by Bruce Cockburn

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