Thirty days have Septober
April, June and Nowonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle
I stole it, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I am in love with my little red tricycle
It has pedals and a seat that has springs
And wheels that have spokes
That don't speak 'til they're spoken to
And a little bell that I can ring
See? See?

Thirty days have Septober
April, June and Nowonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle
It's mine now, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

When I am riding my little red tricycle
Why do people always stop and ask me
"Why must you ride on that little red tricycle?
Act your age, you know you're forty-three?"
I didn't really steal the tricycle from my grandmother
It followed me home, ha-ha-ha-ha