Hey, why you bouncin’ on that seat,

so happy the beads in your pigtails could pop?

Where’d you get that smile so bright

the bus don’t need no security lights?

You headin’ to the beach, zoo, shoestore,

or your mama?

Take me with you, you seven—year—old joyster.

I wanna! I wanna!

by Albert Cassorla (1982)