Up until now my ideas have been latentnThe cycling word has never been the samenBut come first light I’ll be taking out a patentnAnd from that daynIf a bike be found lying on the ground again,nI’m not to blamennWhat joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a springnBolted down by the back wheel, activated by the heelnnWhat chicken laid the egg from whence inside an idea hatchesnFrom prototype to production line to the first one hundred batchesnI will do for parking bikes what anchors did for sailingnnThere’s handlebars for steering and tyre tread for tractionnA tiny bell for friends you pass and greetnBut when they add my ingenious contraptionnMouths will fallnAnd eyebrows will rise and staring eyes will meet, the bike completennThere’ll be articles in newspapers and dinners at the town hallnMy first cheque’s for a thousands poundsnNow that’s one spicy meatballnBut all the fame and fortune in the world will not compare…nnNow bikes around the world will stand alone without their ownersnAnd I can get some cash on the side but that’s just a bonusnWhen underneath their helmuts I will see their smiling faces