Red Bus

She rides red busses like adventures. Front

seat, up top. And, as she passes over,

the winding streets. Green lights. And playground toys

look more like itty, bitty castle fairs.

The passengers they come and go again,

Cariactures and actors without lines.

All to the theme tune of the jaunty bus bell.

Ding ding. Ding ding. Ding ding. ding Ding.

We’re in a rare and distant land. We fly

with dragons and with eagles on the wind.

Though our adventures may seem small, they’re ours.

And so we’ll ride through streets and stops and time.

Ding ding. Ding ding. Ding ding. ding Ding.