On Biking to Inisfree
Tune: 'Cause He's a Guy by Urban
Tapestry
Lyrics Copyright 1996 Mary Bertke
One day I went out biking,
I thought it would be fun.
I thought the map said just eight miles,
I clocked it 21.
And I'm a wimp.
Did that tricycle just pass you?
And I'm a wimp.
You're slower than molasses in January.
It's February!
And I'm a wimp.
I'm a, I'm a --
While riding on a downslope
I felt like I could fly,
But when the next hill came in sight,
I thought that I would die.
Cause I'm a wimp,
It's hardly a hill!
Cause I'm a wimp,
...more like a small mountain, really...
Cause I'm a wimp,
I'm a, I'm a--
My friend had made the journey
one morning, just for kicks.
She said it took two hours, or three--
of course, it took me six.
Cause I'm a wimp,
You know, you'd move faster...
Cause I'm a wimp,
if you took off the training wheels.
Cause I'm a wimp,
I'm a, I'm a--
If gangsters said they'd shoot me
unless I made the run,
then told me just how far it was,
I'd say, "Give me the gun."
Cause I'm a wimp,
Russian Roulette!
Cause I'm a wimp,
Can I be your beneficiary?
Cause I'm a wimp,
I'm a, I'm a,
I'm a sweat-swilling,
bad-filking,
but-killing wimp.
The title says it all. The "lake isle of Inisfree" is on Lough Glencar outside of Sligo. Because Yeats wrote about it, I had the silly notion that I really wanted to see it. I'm in much better shape now. . . .