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The Bus Driver

by John Pillsbury
He had perfect coordination between his hands and feet
He 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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