Number 134, The Bus

The Bus.

When Rufus travels on the bus,
He likes to sit in front of us;
This is so he gets to see,
Where it’s taking you and me.
He knows which way it ought to go,
And watches to make sure it’s so;
But this is something he can do,
Only when he has a view.
He often can’t see out at all,
On account of being small.
Rufus says it isn’t fair,
If people who are fat are there,
Blocking children’s windows who
Have a right to see out too.
It isn’t only people that,
Come on board with too much fat;
Sometimes it’s not that at all,
Some passengers are much too tall.

Rufus Two Legs wants to grow,
He told me so, that’s how I know,
But as he’s only six years old,
And has to do what he is told,
He’ll have to bide his time and wait,
To see what height will be his fate;
If one day he bangs his head,
If his feet stick out of bed,
Like his dad who’s six foot four,
And has to duck through every door,
Who’s big enough to block the light,
With his width as well as height.

Rufus may be in a hurry,
But he doesn’t need to worry;
He’s a solid little guy,
Anything he wants to try
In good time he always does;
One day he might drive the bus!

© Stephen Saunders.