read to the rythm of the Jabawok

'tis' brillant who cares if silly motorists

Are all behind the wheel

All happy were the cyclists

BQ had done the deal.

Beware the motorist my son

The bumpers that bash the wheels that crush

Beware the big red truck

And care in the peak hour rush

He climbed upon his pedal bike

Long time a major high sort he

Then rest he high speed

Under by the force gravity

And while he flew down the hill

The Motorist with great road rage

Came burbling along the winding road

With a stupidity that belied his age.

Duck and weave duck and weave

The speeding bike was well matched

Then a ridge with an edge

The raging bevan was dispatched.

What has't thou beaten the motorist

Next year the tour de France

Oh lots of pay sponsership day

And CQ gave us this chance.