> I'd rather be a cyclist
Than any other beast.
For tho' he slays he never stays
Upon the slain to feast.
It's pleasant to remember,
While lying on the stones,
How, tho' you're dead, you needn't dread
That he will pick your bones.
He comes! You fall!! He's gone! - that's all!!
He doesn't mind the least.
Oh! I'd rather be a cyclist
Than any other beast!