A SONG OF THE WHEEL.
Oh ! sing me a song of liolts and of sprockets, Of gongs and of tandems, of punctures and sockets ! Oh ! chant me a lay of the pneumatic tire, And burn on an old-fashioned, social pyre Your driving, your eroquet, your creeling, your tennis, For the name of a man not a wheeler is— Dennis I Come with me o’er country you never have seen, N Where breezes blow softly and Flora is green, Where Nature’s soft music will ravish your heart, As sweet as Beethoven, op. B, or Mozart, Where every true pleasure to you will appeal, So make life all beauty by buying—a wheel !
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue XXI, 13 November 1897, Page 672
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110A SONG OF THE WHEEL. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue XXI, 13 November 1897, Page 672
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