The Big Yellow Bus
Wish there was a way, I could bring back a day,
To ride on a school bus again.
On a cold vinyl seat, where my friends use to meet,
In the mornings, and at the days end.
Lester and Roy would count each girl and boy,
To make sure we all would be there.
On the big yellow bus, there were many of us,
Who rode to and from with no cares.
When I look back now, I wonder somehow,
I made it as far as I did.
But what I wouldn’t give, if I could relive,
Just one of those days as a kid.
To ride once again, with some of my friends,
Are just memories for many of us.
But we rode every day, and I’m happy to say,
It was on an old “ Big Yellow Bus”.
Thank you, Lester and Roy
Wish there was a way, I could bring back a day,
To ride on a school bus again.
On a cold vinyl seat, where my friends use to meet,
In the mornings, and at the days end.
Lester and Roy would count each girl and boy,
To make sure we all would be there.
On the big yellow bus, there were many of us,
Who rode to and from with no cares.
When I look back now, I wonder somehow,
I made it as far as I did.
But what I wouldn’t give, if I could relive,
Just one of those days as a kid.
To ride once again, with some of my friends,
Are just memories for many of us.
But we rode every day, and I’m happy to say,
It was on an old “ Big Yellow Bus”.
Thank you, Lester and Roy
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