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Drivers License


Two hands on the wheel- sweaty palms You're trying your best to just stay calm Mirrors have to be adjusted You have to prove you can be trusted Look left and right Don't let anything out of your sight Back up in a straight line And you'll be fine Parallel parking is not always easy Sometimes it even makes people queasy But just push through it You and I know you can do it Don't be intimidated By the testers silence In a few short minutes you'll have your Drivers license!
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