Touch the fur of the buffalo
Swim the sea of heat
1 million fish
Dead on the shore
Black Death the reason
They live no more

53 seconds till closing
Finish what you have started
Exit through the door in the back
The front is already locked
Keep a close eye on the clock
The event which has consumed your time
Is nearly done

Board the bus in a fashion
Not to disturb the driver
Sit with the person you
Once knew
Place your bag above your seat
The trip is short
But very sweet

As you know the time for laughter is done
Look into the eyes of every one
Drive into the morning sun

When the bus comes to a stop
You may exit the way you got on
But remember
Don’t disturb the keeper of the ground