Young Jimmy said “Yikes!
The park’s full of bikes.
They’re blocking my way
And there’s nowhere to play.”

Now I can see
There’s two in a tree
And even as I speak,
Another five in the creek.

Now bikes are spreading
In the direction I’m heading.
I’m starting to wonder
If I’ll be snowed under.

If we don’t slow them down
They’ll fill the whole town.
It seems that we’re needin’
To stop these things breedin’

Is there a spray
To keep a bike plague at bay?
Or perhaps an injection
To stop the infection?