In a small town, near hills so wide,\ Lived a dirt bike, full of pride.\ With big strong wheels and an engine so loud,\ He dreamed of racing and making folks proud.

His name was Duke, so fast and free,\ Riding the trails, as brave as can be.\ He zoomed past trees, he jumped so high,\ Racing the birds up in the sky.

One day a big race came to town,\ Bikes lined up, engines loud all around.\ The big bikes laughed, "Duke’s too small!"\ "He’ll never make it, he’ll surely fall!"

Duke just smiled and revved his engine,\ "I may be small, but I have ambition!"\ The race began, the flag went high,\ Duke zoomed off beneath the sky.

Through bumpy trails and hills so steep,\ Duke stayed strong, he made the leap!\ He saw a bike stuck in the dirt,\ "I’ll help him out, he looks so hurt!"

With a quick fix and a friendly cheer,\ They rode together, safe and clear.\ Others got stuck in mud so deep,\ But Duke found a bridge, strong and neat!

As he rode, he saw the trees,\ Swaying softly in the breeze.\ "The trails are fun, but we must take care,\ Keep them clean and leave no spare!"

He dodged the flowers, rode with care,\ Keeping nature fresh and fair.\ "Respect the land, the trees, the air,\ So dirt bikes can race everywhere!"

Up the mountain, fast and strong,\ Duke had raced all along.\ With one last turn and a final zoom,\ He crossed the finish—VROOM VROOM!