Our school bus had for many years

Been plagued by body aches.

Until one day it ground its gears

And fiercely slammed its brakes.

"You rowdy kids are much too rough,"

The bus began to shout.

"You've screamed and hurt me long enough.

Now all of you GET OUT!"

We scrambled out and ran to school

The driver scratched his head.

Relieved, the bus sat calm and cool

Pretending to be dead.

For weeks mechanics toiled and checked

To find the cause of it.

But no defect could they detect.

Our bus had simply quit.

Unwanted as a wilted rose,

The bus stood in a field.

With no more kids and no more woes,

Its ailments slowly healed.

To all the world, it seemed a stray--

A worthless, old machine.

Until one day it drove away

And never more was seen.