Our driver pointed at yellow bus
Wondering what a planet meant.
It was just school bus for tiny tots.
We continue to live in our planet.
Yellow bus goes by a self motion
Steered by its fatalistic bus driver,
Not a google run bus on internet
Moving on to planet in the creek.
Tiny school children are in the bus,
Going to rote multiplication tables
And A for Apples and P for planet
And voices will rise like bee hum.
The driver who pointed a bus was
Our own car’s driver philosopher.
Yellow school bus taking children
To learn the multiplication tables
Was heading towards planet creek.
At the end was no sea of learning.
All we were doing is philosophize
For laugh over the times’ quiddity,
A driver fatalistic about school bus
In one-up take on a school system.