"In the heart of Vancouver, where the mountains rise high,
Rides a boy, just two, with a gleam in his eye.
On an orange bike, small but bold,
Pedals turning, stories unfold.

Through the streets he rides with cheer,
Tiny feet pushing, no sign of fear.
For a cause that’s big, his heart so wide,
Inner Hope Youth, he's their little guide.

His helmet bright, his spirit free,
He pedals through the city, as proud as can be.
Each coin he raises, each smile he earns,
For those who need it, his heart softly burns."

*finger snap snap*