Free-wheeling
My grandson fell off a four-wheeler and broke his arm last night,
And I kept waking up and praying, it gave me such a fright.
It seems his little brother figured how to shift the gearing.
And I think we’re in for trouble now; this is what I’m fearing,
lest we, too, get cartwheeled off the back of a four-wheeler.
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tragedy and comedy are two sides of the same coin