Victor the vivacious boy, was a student of great joy. He soared to school each day in his trusty, rusty Chevrolet. Vroom Vroom, the engine hummed, like a bee so full of glee!

Along the way, a grumpy grouch, in a shiny car as black as a coach, zoomed and honked, with a sneer so stark. Zoom Zoom, honk honk, and a snarl so dark!

Victor stayed calm and drove with cheer, the rah-rah road rage didn’t cause him fear. He wove and swerved, smooth as pie, a lion's heart, this young guy!

He whizzed and whisked, the path he knew, like a dancer spun, the sunlight flew. Whizz Whizz, whisk whisk, not a hole, not a risk!

In a flash, Victor was at school, feeling quite cool, no fool. The angry guy? A distant sight, Victor's school in morning light.

Inside the class, Victor sat down, ready to learn and earn the crown. But surprise, surprise, as big as can be, the mean driver, a teacher, oh gee!

The room grew tense, a stormy gloom, the driver’s glare could fill the room. But Victor stood, with a stance so sure, his courage was the ultimate cure.

With a clap, the class began, no time for scowl or angry plan. Victor learned, with heart and might, each word he read felt just right.

The lessons flew, the time went quick, with every tick-tock, he did a trick. Victor's grit, was shining bright, like a star with all its light.

By the day's end, the angry man, had met his match in Victor's plan. He smiled, he frowned, then he sighed, “Well done, young lad,” he finally replied.

Victor beamed, a beat in his chest, he knew he’d done his very best. Moral of this tale you see, is be brave, be kind, and just be thee.

For in each heart that's true and strong, lies a rhythm, a perfect song. Determined, steadfast, shiny and new, just like you, dear reader, too!