Wheely Good Day

[Verse] Dawn finds me buried in the grind, Acorns pile high, my patience behind. I dream of a frame that fits my stride, A unicycle carved to glide with pride. [Chorus] Wheely good day, wheels spinning true, Foraging faster, dreams rolling through, With a fitted ride, I’ll roll right through. [Verse] I sketch the frame on the forest floor, Count the spokes and hope for more. If the plan clicks, the hustle fades away, I’ll ride to the harvest at the close of day. [Chorus] Wheely good day, wheels spinning true, Foraging faster, dreams rolling through, With a fitted ride, I’ll roll right through. [Outro] Roll on, dream wheeled, roll on.