Doris, You Can Drive My Bus!
DORIS, YOU CAN DRIVE MY BUS!
Doris, I’ve been wantin to ride your bus.
Ain’t asking much, so don’t be making a fuss.
Thank God you’re not driving the short one,
‘cause riding with you has always been fun.
Been riding school buses since my feet would dangle.
Long and yellow add wheels, it’s a rolling rectangle.
We’d be rockin’ and rollin’ to music like it used to be.
Forget the belts; I’m jumpin’ seats, need to be free.
I bet you’re thinking I was born to be unruly,
if it got out of hand, Doris tossed yours’ truly.
Shifting those gears while watching the mirror,
spitballs we’d launch hardly got near her.
Once we got to school all safe and sound,
door swung open, off to boredom we’d bound.
We looked forward to her ride every day,
she knew it’s important to let kids play.
Ending this ditty to stay on her good side.
Doris no doubt, we had a “GOOD RIDE!”
*Written in fond memory of the best school bus driver I’ve ever known. Oh, so many years
ago!
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