It’s my pleasure to introduce Barbara Barr
She’s a carriage I’ve long learned to like
Not a Ford or Toyota or dull motorcar
But a freewheeling exercise bike.
She’s a big thrill to ride though she might look bizarre
As she’s built like a fifty-pound pike
But she floats over potholes and roars along tar
So I ask myself what’s not to like?
She’s a poet of motion a true objet d’art
Like the works of Vermeer or Van Dyck
As she’s got some great moves in her wide repertoire
And her working parts don’t go on strike.
How she came by her name no one’s let on so far
Though it’s surely more catchy than Nike – y
And she’ll pull in the crowds at your village bazaar
Where her sales will most probably spike.
Now my pitch was complete so I said au revoir
And remounted my beautiful bike
But I wasn’t downbeat as a Barbara Barr’s
A big help when you hear “take a hike”.