Lost Frida

I had a beautiful bike and 'Frida' was her name, She had flowers round her basket and jewels along her frame. With coloured spokey dokeys she was a pretty thing And her Bambi bell had a loud and pleasant ring. But alas! They took her by cutting through her locks- I doubt they thought of me when they made off round the blocks. I loved my Frida bike and I didn't want to part- Now they've left a bike-shaped hole gaping in my heart! I wish that by some miracle that she'd come back to me. I'd never leave her outside- she'd be in the flat with me. Even tho' I'd have to heave her up and down 4 flights of stairs At least no crafty bike thief could grab her unawares!