We're Racing, Racing Down the Walk
We're racing, racing down the walk,
Over the pavement and round the block.
We rumble along till the sidewalk ends-
Felicia and I and half our friends.
Our hair flies backwards. It's whish and whirr!
She roars at me and I shout at her
As past the porches and garden gates
We rattle and rock
On our roller skates.
What makes the sound of whish and whirr?