The Shredder

This sturdy ramp is made of gold

With all our weight it's sure to hold

Our driveway ends down at the street

Out where the shredder can't be beat

I practiced moves out in the yard

That way the landings arn't so hard

You've seen it in a magazine

It's not as easy as it seems

They filled the pool the other day

When all the neighborhood complained

It's just a quarter after three

And there's no where we've got to be

Down at the ditch beneath the sun

The shredder takes another run

My heart is free to ride away

Were you expecting it to stay

When your ball

Bearings rust

You'll eat my dust

Call it a favor

Sooner or later

You're gonna fall