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Opra, Our Opera Diva Bus Driver
Oprah, Our Opera Diva Bus Driver
“La-la-la-la-laaaaa!”
she warms up,
Folding open the school bus door.
“Me-me-meeeee!”
she sings harmony,
Along
with the deep engine roar.
Riding
along, she’ll belt out a song,
Jaw
wobbling as she grips the wheel.
Hitting
the brakes, she hits her high notes.
Chorus:
She
dreams of singing on the opera stage,
But
for now she drives our bus.
And
each day on the way to school,
She
sings arias for us.
One
morning she wore a helmet with horns,
And
warbled “Ho-jo-to-ho!”
She
clutched the gear shift like a spear,
While
the kids cheered, “Bravo! Bravo!”
The
morning she sang Madame Butterfly,
She
gave us an excellent ride,
Especially
when at the end,
She
gripped her kimono and died.
Chorus:
Soon
we’ll be meeting her at the Met,
Now
librettos lie beside her.
Riding
to class is classy because,
Oprah
is our diva driver.
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