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Nobody Knows Where Our Bus Driver Goes
Note: you can hear this poem performed as a song at
http://www.songramp.com/mod/mps/viewtrack.php?trackid=41913
Nobody knows
Where our bus driver goes
While all of us kids are at school
Does he study the map,
Does he take a nice nap,
Or lazily lounge by the pool?
Nobody knows
Where our bus driver goes
Nor what he may do with his time
Does he work for the mayor,
Is he off cutting hair,
Or secretly out fighting crime?
Nobody knows
Where our bus driver goes
He's prob'ly a spaceman from Mars
But he might be a spy
Or a rock-n-roll guy
Who's flailing on 'lectric guitars
Nobody knows
Where our bus driver goes
He leaves us each morning at eight
All that we see
Is our bus back at three
And, boy, we're sure glad he's not late!
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