Bus Ride
Every morning I sat on the bus,
Quietly taking in the lingering rush,
Every morning the bus swerved and swayed,
And how surely it took me away.
Oh how I love to wave goodbye,
To the happy people up in the sky,
And how I love to say hello,
To the people walking down below.
The bus turned a corner,
As I sat and ponder,
Padded paws and fuzzy ears,
Her dirty shoes and crusted tears.
Candy clouds up on the trees,
Fluffy tails so careless and free,
Wrinkly legs slowly stumbling by,
While her young wings are eager to fly.
The bell broke the silence,
And the bus pulled to a stop,
I saw you waiting there,
Wit sunshine dripping from your hair.
Every morning I sat on the bus,
Quietly taking in the lingering rush,Every morning the bus swerved and swayed,
And how surely it took me away.
Oh how I love to wave goodbye,
To the happy people up in the sky,
And how I love to say hello,
To the people walking down below.
The bus turned a corner,
As I sat and ponder,
Padded paws and fuzzy ears,
Her dirty shoes and crusted tears.
Candy clouds up on the trees,
Fluffy tails so careless and free,
Wrinkly legs slowly stumbling by,
While her young wings are eager to fly.
The bell broke the silence,
And the bus pulled to a stop,
I saw you waiting there,
Wit sunshine dripping from your hair.
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