Big Yellow Bus

   "Time for the bus . . . you're going to be late --

   and you know that driver's not going to wait!

   Poptarts in the toaster, so make your bed --

   "Come on now!  Hurry!  Hurry!  Hurry!" momma said.

   I get a move on without a big fuss

   Cause I really like riding the big yellow bus.

   So I fluff up my pillow and throw on my clothes,

   Wolf down a poptart . . . and get milk up my nose.

   Running out the door I trip on my dog.

   and now the bus is coming . . . through the fog.

   It's lights flashing yellow . . . and now they are red;

   The bus screeches to a stop . . . and I run on  ahead.

   Boarding the bus, I speak to the driver.

   "How's it goin'?", he says, with a big high fiver.

   The driver is jolly with all of us-

   And I sure like riding the big yellow bus!

   School is cool -- my friends are neat;

   And I've got some teachers that can't be beat --

   But there's one thing even better than play . . .

   Riding the big yellow bus down the state highway.