The Bicyclist.

Through fields and mountains,
Through ditches and dikes,
We will conquer the world
Me and my bike.

I will race with the winds,
I will challenge the skies,
With this wondrous world around me
Where my pleasure alone lies.

And when, tired at the end of the day,
In my tent I go to sleep,
The winds outside wish me good-night,
Far in the valleys rolling deep.