Down by the school yard he sits in his van.

Never having a child to pick up,
No attempt to hide behind a book or magazine,
He just sits there and watches, sometimes for an entire hour.

Some kids are running around the soccer field,
While others just sit, looking sad and forgotten.
Many hop into the real vans, the ones for families, not perverts.

One boy in particular looks extra sad and forgotten,
Probably waiting for his father who lost track of time at the office.
In five minutes he will go ask little Johnny, “Would you like some candy?”