Little brother says it is a
motorbike. He shows his mother,
pointing to the markings on its
sides, outlining the mouldings,
the markings of a motorbike.
On lengthening legs he flies
off down the drive at top speed.
His sisters’ little pink tricycle
is now a fearsome motorbike !
Brm Brm ! Brm Brm ! Brm Brm !