At the far end of Cambridge
Where the street called Broadway goes
People learn to ride their bikes, lined up in rows
They listen to their teacher as the wind blows...
This is the school of the Wilcox.
At the bicycle school, some people have fear,
for if you have a good ear, you can still hear,
the Wilcox in training,
even when raining,
until the Wilcox decides to go.
And where does it go?
And why does it always start on third row?
The packfill lives there,
Ask them, they know.
They say, "he gets stronger
And he almost has no desire to stop.
He churns out more power
Than a large wind mill tower
Towards the end of the race
Some fools give chase,
And they learn a terrible lesson.
The Wilcox got faster,
For the Wilcox crushes those in his wake.