A poo? A poo on my push bike?
You red bushy rodent, how dare you.
I built this myself, out of iron and glue
And now, a fox has done a poo
Oh, such blatant agression
From one so once hunted
I never wanted your blood
But now I must admit, I will back
Blonde Boris in his attempt to kill you
For I do so love my push bike.
My girlfriend’s ode to the fact there is shit on my bike’s left pedal (and left shoe).