The wheels
On the yellow bus go round,
East and west, up and down:
Bringing kids to school and back…
All through the town.
But, a touring bus is truly great,
Rolling down the Interstate:
Just leave the driving up to them,
If travel’s on your plate.
Our Seniors are supremely wise,
Dreams of travel in their eyes:
Why drive somewhere by yourself,
When you can socialize?
So,
Heaven bless the travel bus,
Leaves no driving up to us:
Just go home and pack a bag,
There’s very little fuss.
The
Driver is the very best,
Always has a joke or jest:
Wears a smile for every mile,
Passes every test!
And,
Heaven bless the tour director,
Organizer, bus inspector:
She’s the keeper of the lists,
May the Lord protect her!
Rotarians,
Give these folks a hand,
Guiding tours throughout the land:
The more we meet our fellow man,
The more we understand.