Oprah, Our Opera Diva Bus Driver
10/26/2022
Oprah, Our Opera Diva Bus Drive
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.
“La-la-la-la-laaaaa!”she warms up,
Folding open the school bus door.
“Me-me-meeeee!” she sings harmony,
With the bass of the motor's roar.
Riding along, she’ll belt a song,
Jaw wobbling as she grips the wheel.
Hitting the brakes, she hits high notes.
A prima donna duet squeal.
Once she wore a helmet with horns,
And warbled “Ho-jo-to-ho!”
She clutched the gear shift like a spear,
While we cheered, “BRAVO! BRAVO!”
The morning she sang Madame Butterfly,
She gave us an excellent ride,
Especially when at the end,
She grabbed her kimono and died.
Some day we'll meet her at the Met,
Now librettos lie beside her.
Riding to class is classy because,
Oprah is our diva driver.
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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.
“La-la-la-la-laaaaa!”she warms up,
Folding open the school bus door.
“Me-me-meeeee!” she sings harmony,
With the bass of the motor's roar.
Riding along, she’ll belt a song,
Jaw wobbling as she grips the wheel.
Hitting the brakes, she hits high notes.
A prima donna duet squeal.
Once she wore a helmet with horns,
And warbled “Ho-jo-to-ho!”
She clutched the gear shift like a spear,
While we cheered, “BRAVO! BRAVO!”
The morning she sang Madame Butterfly,
She gave us an excellent ride,
Especially when at the end,
She grabbed her kimono and died.
Some day we'll meet her at the Met,
Now librettos lie beside her.
Riding to class is classy because,
Oprah is our diva driver.
🎼Hear the song Opra, Our Opera Diva Bus Driver! (video) Listen and watch
Download pdf