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 black,

Spotted white,

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.