tonight i caught the bus
the number seventy two
there was quiet a fuss
we formed a orderly queue
bus driver looked miserable
apparently had a falling out
beaten up really physical
by a woman who had gout
he charged us twice the fair
so rang the company's boss
she was so unfair
typical is that Floss
we went round on two wheels
skidded at every stop
we ran over someones heels
and the bunny couldn't hop
it was all so exhausting
the engine caught alight
we couldn't wait to ting
then said to him goodnight
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