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Little Red Wagon

Little Red Wagon, bright and sleek,
Racing down my sidewalk street,
A little horn that goes beep-beep,
Driving my Red Wagon.

I drive my cart around a curve,
I see a bump and try to swerve,
I go too fast and lose my nerve,
Driving my Red Wagon.

When I am big I'll drive a car,
I'll go real fast and drive it far,
But until then I'll ride my cart,
Driving my Red Wagon.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul