Crosswalk, where young, innocent life
Was almost cut-short, literally,
By a mad angry man with a knife,
Who attacked the first-grade kids without
Warning or cause, and could have
Done worse, were it not for the shout
Of the old volunteer crossing guard,
Who charged the attacker, waving,
A flimsy traffic flag, furious and hard,
Making the would be child-killer balk,
And then flee, leaving scared screaming
Kids, and a shaken hero, on the crosswalk.
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