I have a secret that I've never told,
about my tricycle plated with gold.
My tricycle's magic but please don't tell.
It's a wonderful story so listen well.
Sometimes it's an army tank ready to fight.
Sometimes a black pony with patches of white.
Sometimes a red truck riding Lady and me.
Sometimes a tall ship sailing way out to sea.
Sometimes it's a rocket ship headed for Mars.
Sometimes a train with sixty-five cars.
We travel the Earth, just it and me.
There's no place we can't go,
For it's magic, you see.
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