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I am a school van bus driver
 And that's why I'm parked against the curb 
Waiting in the street with my flashers on 
Waiting for my student to come out of his dwelling, sigh!
And in front of me slowly scattering w
Walking in front of me 
On the pavement on the street , 
is a little baby squirrel 
He has something between his teeth 
Its tail flurry fluttering tail making a?
 Flashing back and forth like a windshield wiper blade 
He's so ominous so cute and pretty
 Fairly big as your hand if it walks ever so slowly 
As if he was on his tippy-toes 
What is that light green thing?
 Big as a golf ball in his mouth
 slowly he trots as he goes across on to the curb 
He jumps up slowly trotting cross the green grass 
He spies me yes 
He still keeps a straightforward path 
He goes around the big oak tree he sits it down like in a dog He drops what was in his mouth 
That big lime green ball he perceives to pick it up 
He scramble us up the oak tree it's the second day he has done this 
Boy this is awesome to me!
This baby squirrel walking across the street but something between his teeth


8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

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