the world is my skateboard
it rolls me all around
it runs me through ringers
and then flat on the ground

it hobbles and wobbles
over rocks and the loose dirt
knocks me on my fanny
and boy! does that sure hurt!

it winds and it grinds some
over the gutters and roads
it scares off the pigeons
and then ticks off the toads

runs me into fruit stands
and some bushes and trees
gives me many rose thorns
and stingers from the bees!

it sinks in the water
and it falls from the air
it makes me quite sweaty
and it tussles my hair

"so why do i do it?"
you ask me so serious
must i be a loony
or plain delirious?

i answer you sweetly
as i beam here with pride
"the world may be bumpy
but, oh man, what a ride!"