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Bailey's Bike Ride

Two years ago a little boy called Bailey
Was born early
His mum and daddy worried, as you do

As thanks to all the nurses
When he was one, they thought
We’ll donate and hope that all our friends will too

And so the mummy of the very brave young boy
Decided we should all get on our bikes
And ride along the bike path that leads to Whitley Bay
The grown ups yes, and all their little tykes

That was back a year ago
And now our Bailey’s two
And on Sunday we all met up once more

Bikes were polished
Tyres were pumped
And off we all went riding
Along the path that runs down by the shore

Exhausted we returned
Happy we’d all made it
Apart from one or two who really couldn’t

We had a drink
Bought raffle tickets
Blew up balloons and hoop-la’d
Our faces painted even if we shouldn’t

Bailey’s mum then made a speech
Which came right from the heart
To remind us all why we were there that day

She mentioned other babies who hadn’t been as lucky
A lump in her throat made the words quite hard to say

The raffles drawn
The prizes claimed
Exhausted cycling home
Another Bailey’s Bike Ride came to end

Until next year
We’ll pump our tyres
And find our cycling shoes
That’s if our tired muscles ever mend.

By Elizabeth Stevenson

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