Once there was a hand-made bike,
which Tae-yul really like.
Pedaling down the lane,
not losing speed on the bike made of cane.
Going around the corner,
spotting the soldiers in horror.
"You there! Halt!" said one loudly,
Tae-yul skid to a stop, slowly.
The soldiers walked closer,
and Tae-yul's heart beat faster.
Then he insults the bike,
which made Tea-yul wish he went on a hike.
But one says he likes it.
"Oh no!" Tae-yul thought,
"someone help me!"
As he wished on his lucky key.
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