I am but a pillion rider
On the back of a rattling Enfield
My helmet isn't top-of-the-line
My style is pathetically old, but
I just like to ride the wind
From the passenger seat
And watch the cows
Spotted nothing but chewing grass,
And the pigs and geese,
Who waddle, both waddle
Because fat is heavy
And feathers slow you down.
But my riding knight in dusty leather
And his trademark sweaty goggles?
He flies by. And since I am
The pillion rider
I fly quickly too.