The Motorbike

A bright red tiger sitting in the corner waiting to be released
He sits, he waits, just about to roar and soar

Racing round the bend up and down the bumps
Up the ramp, through the clouds, flying through the sky

As majestic as an albatross flying over the sea
Down, down and still going
Hitting the downside and roaring again
Round bend two

Off the course and onto the road
Flying through the roundabout, down the straight
Screaming he wants more juice

Eating up his dinner, he wants some more
Back in the open, far from family he gives a roar
Weaving in and out through the trees,
He suddenly feels pleased.

Sun beaming down
Shining bright like a diamond
He let out one big roar
Louder than I could ignore!

Across the sand, over the dunes
Sand flying everywhere
Heaven bound in the sky

Gazing in the museum
Where he was meant to be,
Soaring down like an eagle
About to catch its pray

Flying down and down
Looking for a landing
Down he goes
Back where he feels he belongs

Huffing and puffing
Splattering and clattering
All the way back to the shed
Where he was put to bed

Waiting for good news
In need of help
He hung up his shoes
Give him a yelp!