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In that big yellow bus sits a man of "steel"
With his foot on the throttle and his hand on the wheel
His
eyes, at all times, must be kept on the road
To see that no danger approaches his load.
His mind, from his
driving should have no distractions
By unnecessary commotion, or students rude actions.
He's your friend, dear students,
so treat him as such
And I'm sure he'll appreciate it very much.
Your "kids" are in school, while
riding the bus
So teach them, dear parents, to not raise a fuss,
And if they will all be quietly seated
I'm
sure that each morn, with a smile they'll be greeted.
We know they are young, full of zip, vim and vigor
Which
makes driving problems so much bigger.
In Spring, Fall and Winter, through rain, snow and hail
We'll drive them
to school and home without fail.
To those on the road, this bus is no stranger,
So please, Mr. Motorist, don't
cause any danger
To the lives of those students, so young and so fine
For some may be yours and some may be mine.
Our signals are given by flashing a light
An arrow means turn -- to the left -- or the right.
Two flashers
and sign means STOP -- without doubt,
While someones gets in or someone gets out.
Don't pass when you see
that bright yellow line
Or you may end up with a ticket or fine.
It's for your safety, too, these laws have been
made
But, it's left up to you to see they're obeyed.
So pause in your haste for a moment or two
For some
child's life may depend on you
To stop, for an instant, till the road he has crossed
Then his name won't be found
among those who've been lost.
When some careless driver disregarded that sign
With naught but his own selfish
thoughts on his mind
And drove right on by, giving no thought nor care
To some Mother's children who were crossing
there.
So think, Mr. Driver, as you drive down the road
And see that bus driver with his priceless load
Of
the times you have wondered just how you would feel
If you sat in that bus as the man at the wheel.
-author unknown
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