WHY RUSH AT THE STOP SIGN?

In a bright yellow, the big bus stands still, Its lights flash a warning, a sign of care. Giggles and waves from tiny hands inside, A moment to pause, where safety’s embraced. Red lights flash, and the bus is waiting, You’re in a rush, but safety calls loud. Around the bend, a cop might be watching, One moment’s haste, and you face the consequence. The ticket’s not just a fine, but a lesson, Every stop sign guards lives we hold dear. In their small hands, trust is given, so slow down, In that brief pause, we see the cost of rushing. Police might be near, keeping an eye, What seems easy is wrong when caution’s ignored. So slow down, remember, these kids count on us, Let kindness guide your actions, respect the bus.