When I was just a child,

And my brother was wild.

One Christmas we got a bike

It was not the one I liked.

It was the boy's style

When I was just a child.

I tried to ride the thing,

And it would begin to swing.

Down the road I would go

The bike was too fast you know?

In the dirt I took a fall,

And cut my leg that's all.

Once I went down a hill

That turned out to be a thrill.

My brother was too small

To ride the bike at all.

The gift was for us both

It really seemed like a joke.

The bike was too big for us two

However I could make it do.

My brother would cry and wait,

But bike riding was not his fate.

It appears that mom and dad

Spent all the money they had.

Just to get us this big bike

I kept riding it just for spite.

It was not so very smart of me

Because my brother grew like a weed.

He learned to get me back,

And I was always under attack.

Today it all seems so strange

My brother no longer calls me names.

He will defend me now you see

That bike is just in my memory!