... Thirty days have Septober April, June, and no wonder 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 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 no wonder All the rest have peanut butter All except my dear grandmother She had a little red tricycle Its 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