A bus can be a very special place
It is a nice unique kind of space
It feels like my own wonderland
A ‘dash’ where my imagination expands
Where unicorns turn real
And monsters chase apples on legs
Chickens eat themselves
And the little gingerbread man
Plays with choc-co-late
Where little girls learn how to fly
And in the shadowy nights
Come the ninjas to spy
Where I get hugged and licked by
A sweet furry dog
A bus,
It is my own space to imagine.
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