Headlights play
Over barbwire and corn
And I remember a bus driver
On the long way around
During spring semester
All our windows closed
His open wide while he
Takes deep nasal breaths
Over barbwire and corn
And I remember a bus driver
On the long way around
During spring semester
All our windows closed
His open wide while he
Takes deep nasal breaths
“Ahhh!”
He theatrically intones
Before another whistling breath
“Smell that fresh air!”
Musky dung beyond barbwire
Making us gag
As we pass his home
In a small development
Surrounded by farmer’s fields
“Mr. Abbott!” sang the chorus
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