Flynn Wilder’s in the house, just five years old, Kickin’ it in Taekwondo, watchin’ his skills unfold, He’s got a mean roundhouse, spins like a pro, But when he’s not kickin’, he’s ridin’ that Brio! Building trains all day, tracks laid down with care, Making loops and tunnels, man, he's got flair, But when the tracks run out, you know where he’ll be, Riding the NYC subway, livin' life free! He just hopped on a fireboat, heard that boom, Water sprays so high, you’d think it’s monsoon, Laughin' and shoutin', havin' a blast, Flynn’s the coolest kid, movin' fast, never last! So whether it’s kicks, trains, or a subway ride, Or on a fireboat, Flynn's got that pride, He’s a little NYC king, takin’ over the town, With a smile on his face, never wearin' a frown! Peace!
