Say! but the sun is shinin' bright!
And don't the sky look nice and blue?
And the trees are green—I guess the dew
Was a heavy one last night.

The river's pretty windin' there
And sparklin' in the mornin' sun,
An' automobiles are on the run
Whizzin' and flyin' everywhere.

God! but I'm tired! I like this ridin';
My shoes are worn through to my feet—
Like ridin'! Two cops along the seat
Would make some feel like hidin'!

I ain't been fed a day or more;
I'm sort of hazy why I'm took—
God! but the Park has a pretty look!
I ain't never ridden here before.