Said The Bicycle To The Automobile: "How High And Mighty And Gay You Feel; Yet I Can Remember The Day When I Would Let No Other One Pass Me By Cart Horse And Roadster And Racehorse Too, Far Ahead Of Them All I Flew. Now My Tires Are Unpumped And My Warning Bell The Attention Of Nobody Can Compel. "Though You Maim Your Thousands Where I Hurt One, Though Ten Times My Farthest Is Your Day'S Run, Still I Have Been Learning While Lying Here, That A Rival'S Coming For You To Fear. I Have Heard Them Talk Of A Wonderful Thing, That Can Fly In The Air Like A Bird On The Wing, That Can Carry A Man Over Land, Over Sea; In A Twinkling He Is Where He Wishes To Be. "So Swiftly It Speeds, In A Week And A Day One May Girdle The Globe, I Have Heard Them Say, While You Are Contented From Dawn To Dark With A Few Score Miles To Have Made Your Mark." The Giant, Throughout His Quivering Frame, Felt The Truth That Was Mixed With His Rival'S Blame. "I'll Never Be Such A Clod As You," He Sputtered As Off On The Road He Flew; And His End The Bicycle Never Knew.