These four months he has coped,
Riding 20 thousand miles on his moped.
Through 48 states he's been rollin',
Raising money for a charity in Poland.
To talk with Oprah he has hoped.
Of patience he has lots,
For he can't make twenty knots.
He looks too young to be retired.
You'd think he would be tired,
For he sleeps in parking lots.
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