We bundle ourselves for its time to leave
The wind whips as we wait at the bus stop
The big yellow bus rounds the corner
Mr. Bus Driver, opening the door calls out for us
“It’s cold this morning! Get in! The heat’s on!”
We wave our good-byes and then we are gone.
The trip this morning is a bumpy ride
Look out the window the snow is outside
The street lights blurry and glowing like jewels
The dullness of the sky, and the moon shining bright
And the stars like diamonds in the sky
Beneath all our shoes, the snow melts into pools
Now safe at school we hear the driver say,
“Hurry inside now! And keep warm today!”
