They ride the short bus They're the ones you call slow. Inside them is a world Most of us will never know. Made fun of, or ignored trying to fit in, or not, square peg, round hole giving it everything they've got. Who knows why these children were given an extra cross to bear, some things are not explainable, some things are just unfair. All children are special all children need love some children need a little extra care from the one above. Listen to God's whispers, they're blessings sent your way, while you ride that little bus and throughout the day.