One Wheew on My Wunicycle (An’ I’m Stiww Peddlin’ On) Folk parody

One wheew on my wunicycle, built weawwy thin, No extwa wheews, no fancy fwame, it’s just my stubborn spin. The balance ain't easy, the pavement ain't fwiendwy, But I’m stiww peddlin’ on, with madness and a tenduh plea. The cacti stawt gossipin’, the buzzawds bake a pie, My hands weft my bwain, but my wegs know when to twy. I tip and twist like wisdom on a stick, And I’m stiww peddlin’ on, my pulse is critic-thick. One wheew, no feaw, no stapwes in my short, Just dusty gwace and wonky pace and twoubles of a sawt. The cwowds may dwink compwexity, I’m simple and I’m stwong. One wheew wunicycle, and I’m stiww peddlin’ on. The sceptics say I’m cwazy, the wise men just sawoon, My path’s a chawt of “maybe,” with bouncin’ off the moon. My balance is a phiwosophy, not somethin’ you can con, And I’m stiww peddlin’ on, even when the wawd is gone. The stars awe my companions, they twinkwe and then hide, My wheew keeps me honest, not swayin’ side to side. I got no map, no ending, no pwomise fwom above, But I’m stiww peddlin’ on… fwom doubt to dumb to wuv.