Search That Bus
The depot was in despair. So many lost kids were there.
Kids left behind on the bus, it was being blamed on us.
The lowly bus driver. That’s me. Told to search our buses thoroughly,
For kids left behind by parents unkind, or lil kids falling asleep to unwind.
I removed the bus’s engine with a smile, I carried it up and down the isle.
Not a child was to be found, as I carried my search engine around.
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