Ike on his bike did whatever he liked
He rode on the sidewalk and wherever he pleased
Ike on his bike hit old folks as they hiked
He ran all red lights and past walkers he breezed
Ike on his bike he was not very liked
Thought safety was stupid and rules for the birds
Ike on his bike hated kids on their trikes
Three wheels were for babies and helmets for nerds
Ike took this bike from his buddy named Mike
Mike was not happy but what could he do
Ike on this bike rode past and yelled "Psyche!"
Mike yelled expletives until he turned blue
Ike's off his bike for a car he did strike
And thrown from his bike landed hard on his head
Ike would not like what is left of his bike
But Ike doesn't mind because Ike is quite dead...