The Bus
THE BUS
The bus, the bus,
The bus, the bus.
Oh, where is Gus
that drives the bus?
His mother says, “Now eat your crust.
You must! You must! You must!”
We’re waiting for Gus
who drives the bus
all covered in dust
and a little bit of rust
to pickup us,
up us, up us.
What? Is that Gus
who eats his crust
driving the bus
with dust and rust
to pickup us?
It must! It must!
Oh, no it’s just
a truck, a truck.
A truck, a truck…
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017
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