Drive
I turn the key,
I change the gear,
I steer the wheel.
Who drives?
Me.
All by myself, around I go;
I drive as if I really know.
When I was driving ‘round in rings
I saw your car fly up with wings!
If you could teach me how to fly -
Then, I would really like to try.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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