Oh how I love my beautiful bike,
I'd rather ride than walk or hike.
It's a road bike, it's a Seven.
When I ride it, I think I'm in heaven.
I've only had one big wreck.
But, oh well, what the heck.

It's baby blue and very shiny.
When I ride too far, it hurts my hiny.
Pink streamers give it feminine flair,
People laugh at me, but I don't care.
The wind in my hair and the sun on my face,
My friends beside me, setting the pace.
A sweeter ride I'll never know,
than my dear Seven, with friends in tow.