I'm in Love with My Little Red Tricycle

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Thirty days have Septober

April, June, and no wonder

All the rest have peanut butter

All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle

I stole it

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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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 I can ring

See?

See?

Thirty days have Septober

April, June, and no wonder

All the rest have peanut butter

All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle

Its mine now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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When I am 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."

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I didn't really steal the tricycle from my grandmother

It followed me home

Ha ha ha ha