By Elizabeth Tidy
Art by David Galchutt
A lizard sat upon my wall.
He looked so happy, green, and small.
“What scaly thoughts are in your head?”
“I’m thinking of my bike,” he said.
“Your bike?” with shock I did reply.
“I did not know that you could ride
A bicycle. I thought you crawled
Across the ground and right up walls.”
“Yes, well, you are mistaken, lad,”
My lizard said, a wee bit mad.
And from behind my potted plant,
He took a bicycle and sat
Upon its teeny tiny seat
And pedaled off with lizard feet.