Crashing into trees,
On my head fall leaves,
Soggy like seaweed,
In the wet weather,
I see a bit of Heather,
I prick my finger,
There is no time to linger,
Blood dripping down my hand,
Which I never planned,
I never planned this when I found a rubber band,
The rubber band which got caught,
In my bicycle wheel,
Made of steel was my wheel,
I flew straight down the steep slope,
On my bicycle.