It's color was brilliant, Wheels it had 3, Twas long & lean, As they're supposed to be, When asked what it does, The driver would say, It gives me pleasure, And brightens my day, What is the secret, Of this strange machine, To make you smile, When life is mean, You grab the grip, Give it a twist, Out comes a smile, No one can resist, In lifes simple pleasures, Of which we all like, It's hard to top, The thrill of a trike