The Bus Driverby John PillsburyHe was easily the best driver in the city fleet The riders all smiled at him- they knew he was the best There was really no comparrison between him and all the rest Bobby knew all his riders and if one was a little late He would pull up to the stop, park and he would wait Even when he did this he was always right on time The other drivers charged a dollar- he only charged a dime He was going to miss driving- this was his last day Once more around the route- then he'd put the chairs away His mom had told him yesterday- he and his passangers were partin' Tomorrow was going to be- his first day in kindergarten. |
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