The
Flying Dutchmen
of
Amsterdam
by
Dick Walsh
The Flying Dutchmen
of Amsterdam
Don’t ride the buses
Don’t ride the tram
The Bicycle is
Their weapon of Choice
They don’t ring their bell
They don’t raise their voice
When you’re looking for cars
is when they attack
A bump in the night
you’re flat on your back
A wild giggle
Or maybe a Shriek
You sit on your rear
Not a word to speak
You thought they were stoic
And never a clown
Introduction to Bicycles
Welcome to town