The Bus Driver

There was an old man who drove our bus,
Gee! He was an ornery cuss.
A person didn't even dare to smile. 
Riding gloomy mile by mile
It seemed more than we could bare. 
Oh! How that old man could swear!

But worst of all, a calamity!
The old man took a shine to me. 
Tiny girl with braids of black,
He never made me sit in back.
He was kind to me and good,
This I never understood. 

​Neither did my wise, big brother!