The Bus Driver
by John Pillsbury
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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