As the memories tumbled out of the yellow bus
Am reminded of my dear old red bus.
Oldest of the fleet and snub nosed
I was last to get down and first to board.
Picnics, saturday movies
football matches trips
We all took rides on these buses to various gigs.
Fights for window seats and stolen glances
Romance on the back seats and some unwanted advances
And Fr. Keogh sometimes driving the blue bus
Oh! how I miss those special friends of my bus.
So many memories from those years past.
If only they would forever last.