Once there was a little boy who often liked to ride
On his little blue bicycle along the mountainside
For it was a mountain bike and could go most anywhere
Say what you like no matter the bike the tyres have gotta to have have air

And nearby hoping around on a tree was a bird of white and black
Who puffed his little white feathers up like a snowball on his back
He puffed because he was worried
About that little child
And hoped that the boy would check his tyres before he set off for the wild

Kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel
Before you ride your bike
Said the little puffback shrike

That day the boy really felt like a ride and onto his bike he jumped
In such a hurry he didn't worry to see if the tyre's were pumped
And over the rocks and bumps he went never considering that
All alone and far from home his tyres would go flat

Kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel
Before you ride your bike
Said the little puffback shrike

And because that boy was impatient
And didn't take very much care
To check his little bike to see if the tyres
Had enough air
So home he hiked pushing his bike and the lesson he learned that day
Should have heeded the word that little bird was really trying to say

Kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel
Before you ride your bike
Said the black-backed puffback shrike

Kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel kick the wheel
Before you ride your bike
Said the black-backed puffback shrike