The wheels on the bus go round and round,round and,round all through the town

Written by: Carma Reed

The wheels on the bus go round and round,
Round and round, the wheels on the bus go
Round and round, round and round,
all through the town, 
Around and around we spin,gravitating the 
earth,on this bus,where we have engraved our 
trademark,to the words we qual, to the greater 
good called life, as we bring forth efforts to show, 
by having faith, for our almighty, that anything is 
possible, when our love, paints the world, with a 
stroke of the wheel,where we continue to embark, 
To stir up the soup in style....