Tyrone
He rides like the wind
Over the track
Faster and faster
Not looking back
He rides the berm
Goes higher and higher
Till he reaches the top
He’s quite a flyer
He rides the triples
One, two, three
He’s still in front
Which is great to see
He rides the eight pack
And all his skill
Comes to the fore
He‘s in front still
He rides the finish line
And crosses over
Now ... he looks back
To see who‘s closer
