out
of what his hood can show
he
will want to see how far he can get his bike to go.
But
when it slows down in the tar
for
the chain has jumped, just know—
the
trouble isn’t a repair woe
when
it’s asking, “who do you think you are?”
if
you're not where you belong.
For
every boy is going to grow
and
will have his load in tow
so
it shouldn’t be his bar if he doesn’t take it slow.
And
if he wants to ride the forest paths
where
the roads don’t go, he'll know—
he’s
got his every right to roam,
but
shouldn’t mind that long walk home
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