Here is the story of a young lad whom we know quite well.

Let us call him: Sonny Jim

When Sonny Jim was very young, As any one will tell, He rode his bike with training wheels And really did quite well.   He always wore a helmet To protect his cuddly head And hung it by his bedside When off he went to bed.
Speeding with no helmet! a game that's played by fools	But little lads can grow quite fast And sometimes break the rules. Though speeding with no helmet Is only done by fools.   Now Sonny Jim was not like that But he sometimes went too quick And, once or twice, he bruised his knee When doing some silly trick.
He grew into a fine, strong lad When just a little older. At six or seven years of age No cyclist could be bolder.   He traveled tracks and rode the roads. No training wheels for him! "Look out!" The other children cried. "Make way for Sonny Jim"
	One April day, or was it May? As he rode a slippery track, His braking broke, it was no joke, He could not get it back.   Too fast he went and hit a bump That knocked his bike apart. He ripped his shirt and hurt his leg And nearly broke his heart.
Shaken, sore, with dizzy head, His family carried him back. They tucked him up inside his bed, No kindness did he lack.   I heard that he got well quite soon, Though I have not seen him lately. A little bird told me he rides again But always rides sedately.	Sonny Jim is off to buy a new helmet
Thank you, Daddy, for mending my bike