“Twas the students from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
They turned away the good old cars that served them many days;
They dressed themselves in cycling clothes, like an athlete;
They hurried off to Dundo and signed their name on a sheet;
As they walked out the door, with air of lordly pride.
The grinning Mr Dundas said, “Excuse me, can you ride?”
“See here, Dundas,” they said, “from Wonthaggi down by the sea,
From Bendigo to Maryborough, there’s none can ride like me.
I’m all round good at everything, as everybody knows,
Although I’m not the one to talk- I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There’s nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There’s nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof or wheel,
But what I’ll sit, with helmets on and seatbelt straps are tight:
I’ll ride this here three-wheeled concern right away at sight.
‘Twas the students, from Eaglehawk, that sought their own fate,
Next to Victoria Lake, in a very nervous state.
They turned the trike out the pits and pedalled away.
But ere they’d gone a dozen yards and never went astray.
It kept on the track and round the bends, just like a blurry streak.
It whistled down the smooth straight towards the next street.
It missed another trike by half an inch, it dodged a big white barrier;
The rider’s mother covered her eyes in horror,
The team members in their pits cheered in sheer delight,
As the rider, out of breath, pedalled with all their might.
It struck a stone and gave a jump that made them hold on tight,
It raced beside another trike as close as done could be;
And then as the rider passed Burra’s pits,
Their teammates held out a sign saying ‘next lap, pit’
It was the rider from Eaglehawk who quickly jumped out:
They said, “I’ve had some closer shaves and lively rides before;
I’ve ran away from class to win a five-dollar bet,
But this was the most exciting ride that I have encountered yet.
I’ll give this three-wheeled trike my best, it’s shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and dodge and turn and swerve.
On the track, I get a buzz, it kinda sets me free.
It’s safe to say, an EB trike is good enough henceforth for me.
