"I'd rather be a cyclistThan any other beast.For tho' he slays he never staysUpon the slain to feast. It's pleasant to remember,While lying on the stones,How, tho' you're dead, you needn't dread. That he will pick your bones.He comes! You fall!! He's gone! - that's all!!He doesn't mind the least.Oh! I'd rather be a cyclist Than any other beast!"

           Via: bibliodyssey