When I ride my scooterI will get there sooner
It's faster than the car
Unless I go too far
And it's better for the air
So I think it's fair
No waiting for the bus
Or getting stuck in the rush
I feel freedom
And no kind of boredom
Try it and you will see
What it means to me
Soon the winter creeps
With ice and snow in heaps
Frozen is the lake
Then I take a break
When the spring arrives
With bees around their hives
Scooters return to the street
And the scooter riders meet
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