Singing On the Bus

I used to sing on the school bus, Harmonise and everything, full blast, Most of the others had strong voices, And I would wish mine was cast. Geoff the driver would put Radio Forth on, And we’d all sing along very loudly; There was nothing there to sing above, No-one to distract or behave scornfully. My mum told me off three times, For singing in church normally and confidently, As she needed me to have a place for her, To nurture me and disciple me intelligently. So since I was four, I've never really sung again, In church, all dressed up and religious, So I greatly appreciated those times on the bus, When the others were about my voice zealous. I remember Morvan who had Christian grandparents, And George who really had a lovely voice, And Keith who would join in whenever he wanted to, And Kirsteen who thought she had no choice. It was an offish old yellow mini bus, With dark yellow and brown triangle seats, So it reminded me of the yellow submarine, And I looked forward to its shortcut cheats.