My Preciouse Cargo
I ride in the morning my cargo as preciouse as the sun
I think about my cargo and where I must take it
And how careful I must be on each run
My cargo is rare in fact they're the only two
No price could ever own them
No trade would ever do
And yet it is here I bring them
And entrust them to your care
You polish my preciouse cargo
So very finely, I can barely stand the glare
What is my preciouse cargo
And who polishes them so well
They are my darling daughters
And their teachers who teach them well
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