YOUNG DRIVER

A lad of only six
Living somewhere in the sticks,
Not knowing 'twas against the rule,
Drove the car to school
Since no one had said "Nix."

Of driving he was not afraid
'Cause video games he had played.
He made turns right and left
Till but two miles were left
And six miles he had made.

Yet, his skill somewhat lacking,
The road he was poorly tracking.
He crashed and bumped his head.
Good thing he isn't dead.
His skull's too thick for cracking.

His parents, charged with crime,
Will hide the keys next time.
After medics checked him out,
From the clinic he checked out
And got to school about lunch time.

About this boy, folks are talking.
When he goes by, most are gawking.
By the problem unabashed,
As soon as he had crashed,
This lad set out walking!

Cops nabbed his dad and mother.
Still in jail is his mother.
In protective custody
Pending judicial study
Are the boy and his brother.

If your child is rather wild
Or if he is very mild,
Keep you and yours out of jail.
Against all cases, never fail
To protect your grade school child.