Katie sings of bicycles
nine million in Beijing
can you imagine all those bells
if they should start to ring
an orchestra’s obnoxious sound
a jarring noisy din
can you anticipate the hell
of parking in that place
you’d need to know your bearings well
to find an empty space
and then you’d have the problem of
retrieving one you own
how would you find the one that’s yours
when all of them are cloned
i’m thankful that i’ve room to move
with air that’s clean to breathe
i’m thankful for the birds that sing
in woodlands deep in trees
and though i’ve been and seen Beijing
was pleased that I could go
i couldn’t wait to hurry home
to country views I know