Back Seat Driver

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 Back Seat Driver


We know one.

Well, she’s in the family.

How does she do it?

How does she drive from the back seat?

No, it’s not with extra long arms and legs.

It’s this: she has a counterpart, a loving husband,

Who is a great, safe, front seat driver,

And patient to the nth degree.

After all, it’s the back seat driver, all kidding aside,

That shows her love and concern this way for all aboard.

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