Ride boy, ride tough, the handsome old man said,
Ride like the wing o’er impassive highlands.
Tricycle wheeled freely amidst mellowing flowers
Nothing can stop thee, ride boy, ride tough.
Seed of infancy skirting garden hedges,
Me in my freckle faced innocence.

Speed boy, speed away, the handsome old man said,
Speed away like the cheetah o’er spotted plains.
Sports coupe skidded dangerously o’er cobblestones
Nothing can stop thee, speed boy, speed away.
Seed of youth burning motorway stretches,
Me in my hot blooded ecstacy.

Fly boy, fly high, the handsome old man said,
Fly like the eagle o’er towering peaks.
Jet flames streaked haughtily o’er serene skies
Nothing can stop thee, fly boy, fly high.
Seed of maturity tearing apart sound barriers,
Me in my composed confidence.

Make boy, make the world yours, given thee by Gods
Cease not, build mighty, feel proud,
The handsome old man said dying
By the cold fireside.
I live, yet, with his echoes of wisdom
Drenching my tears o’er his regal tomb.