The Bicycle Daddy Made I didn’t know bikes sold in stores in shiny red and blue; My bike was made of junk yard parts my daddy sorted through. My brother and my sisters all had bikes that Daddy also made; And learning to ride my own bike was something that I craved. My Daddy promised me a bike when I reached six years old; As that birthday loomed ahead, my begging grew more bold. Finally he went to the basement to build a bike for me, Using all those rusted parts he picked up nearly free. The bike he built...