Far in the country
where corn fields cover the land,
lives a sweet dog,
let me call him Andie.
When I go riding,
Passing Andie’s house,
Andie will come running,
To catch up with the bike.
Andie is so gentle,
he never will bark,
nor will he scare me,
with anything he would do.
All Andie would do,
is to run along with the bike,
just like a dear friend,
who is cheering the ride.