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Jun 3
My bus drivers name is Daisy
I told her I need a ride to Tracy
She looked at me like I was crazy
She said this bus first goes to Lacey
I told her that didn't faze me
I will ride until we get to Tracy

A new rider name Stacy
Sat right down beside me

She asked if I had eaten lately
I told her I'll get a taco in Lacey
But it will probably make me queezy
And my stomach will betray me
And then I'll ride the next bus to Tracy

She said I seemed kind of flaky
But she liked me because I was zany
She said she likes to cook with parsley
And told me this bus is really noisy
So she will get off with me in Tracy
So I may see food that will amaze me
She puts lots of parsley in her mashed potatoes and gravy

She put on some count Basie
And proceeded to explain to me
Always eat everything with parsley
And the next time you see me
You will look at me and praise me

The next day I was no longer lazy
And did not see driver Daisy
This time I rode my bike to Tracy
To the beat of Count Basie
Written by
James Huston
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