Up to the top of the road we strode
To find that we’d just missed our bus,
So we waited for hours in the shivery showers
But there wasn’t a bus for us.
First came a One, but that wouldn’t have done,
And there wasn’t a bus for us.
Then came a Two (quite a bit overdue)
But as it was full it just whooshed right on through,
And it wasn’t a bus for us.
The next we could see up the road was a Three,
But it wasn’t a bus for us.
So we waited some more and along came a Four
Full of people who’d shopped till they dropped at the store
And we watched as a buggy got stuck in the door,
But it wasn’t a bus for us.
Then heaven’s alive! Along came a Five
But we think that the driver was learning to drive,
And it wasn’t a bus for us.
Next came a Six going out to the sticks,
But it wasn’t a bus for us.
Then after a wait came a Seven and Eight
But there wasn’t a bus for us.
And then came a nine, which would have been fine,
But so many people were waiting in line
That although we tried hard we all failed to get on,
The doors clanged shut, and the bus was gone.
And there wasn’t a bus for us.
So after a talk we said ‘Might as well walk’,
As there wasn’t a bus for us.
So back up the rode we strode, and then
What should come whizzing right past but a Ten!
And say that we’re crazy, yes, say that we’re daft,
But really, we’re certain that Number Ten laughed,
As we stood on the pavement, all puddle-soaked sopping!
(We stuck out our thumbs but the bus wasn’t stopping)
We’re still
trudging on
although now
we are flopping.
There wasn’t
a bus,
There wasn’t
a bus,
There wasn’t
a bus
for us.