I am sure it wasn’t me
But let me bus illustrate in me for you to see
It happened when I was a little Tot
But I was little I didn’t know how to even tie a knot
Yet it was that very day when my Aunt took me shopping at Macy’s Herald Square
It was Yellow School buses that started me from there
My bus enthusiasm seemed to come alive
I am serious with no jive
There were all these all Marquee Eyes moving back and forth
Accompanied with a Stack of Yellow School buses, you know who had to have one
But wait, and I am not done
So I picked up one of the yellow school buses in sheer delight
Unknowingly to my Aunt, the bus in my hand was going to be her plight
My Aunt later discovered the bus was in my hand, and demanded that I put the bus back
As a Tot, I wanted that bus to be in my stack
Of course I refused to put back
My Aunt tried to take the bus from my hand, and I held onto that bus for dear life
As a Tot I didn’t offer any advice
My Aunt was forced to buy that specific bus, and that was nice
So my bus history ventured from there
I am Greyhound at heart, and it was that Hound Dog that the impression on my mark
Now its move forward, and only reflect for a moment
My time is bus time
My inspiration extends for a lifetime.