I have often been asked what made me get involve into buses?
It was my Aunt who took me when I was a little Tot to Macy’s Herald Square
This is where my interest spread into preserver
It was marquee eyes moving back and forth
Yellow school buses all stacked up
As my Aunt began to move out of the store, she noticed I had the bus in my hand and told me to put it back
My Aunt tried to take the bus out of my hand, but my grip was so steady as a vise tack
Even a little Tot such as I, my Aunt couldn’t get that bus away from me
A bus passion from the very beginning being so strong, then still remains in my history being long
But the story continues in how I liked the hound
I still have a love that continues at every single bound
I have a love for animals
However it was that race and stretch that caught my attention
I didn’t need any persuasion
The Hound became my inspiration and my commitment being the indication
I was definitely under the Hound spell
Even today, my friends can tell
My true heart stating Oh well
Yet I often wondered why wasn’t I born a bus
I guess I wouldn’t be considered a bus nut among us
Yet I have the bus nut flow
That is something I never want to let go
The highway being the road
The picture of a bus in behold
Now you know my story being a bus nut ever told.