I'm waiting, in rain, for a bus
It seems like waiting bloody hours
Long enough to wilt my flowers
Chat to strangers, don't make a fuss.
I never moan nor do I cuss.
It's not a late plane, just a bus
Great colour, yellow, blue or red
So I'll think happy thoughts instead.
Hello, here comes my lovely bus
It's such a beautiful big bus
I smile at all glum bus drivers
They and I are all survivors
Traffic jam delays, driving rain
Despite bus lanes, each day's the same
So, don't waste time in complaining
Work, smile all day, go round, again.
The best passengers say, 'Thank you
Driver!' You would never believe
How many, cheery, wave and smile
'Bye, bus driver!' as they leave.
-ends-
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