There once was a monkey named Mike
who headed out west on his bike.
He soon was stopped cold
with no token for toll
and the tollkeeper said, “Take a hike.”

But the monkey named Mike didn’t hike
and took a new route with his bike.
When one tire went flat,
a mechanic saw that
and told Mike his bike found a spike.

The mechanic then fixed the bike
and said to the monkey named Mike,
“Hey, Mike, you should FLY
and never again try
to ride your bike, Mike. See the spike? ”

C.J. Heck

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mike-s-bike-children/