Taking off the training wheels,
It’s not so easy for me,
I think of what might be,
Bumped head and scraped up knee,
I hear you urging and offering help,
But these kinds of things I must do myself!
When I sit on the seat and pedal with my feet,
You can’t be the one who balances for me.
Don’t give me a push, don’t hold the seat.
I am the biggest boy you’ll ever meet!
All the Little Grubbs 
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