Come children, you can gather round
And hear the tale that I have found

It tells of an exciting trip
That went quite ok, with a slip

It happened when we were feeling weak
At the end of the math test week

That morning when we came to school
With breakfast for our daily fuel

We found the schedule board was blank
And learned that it was not a prank

And that, with hardly any fuss
The teachers had arranged a bus

And since the mood was really mellow
The bus was new and colored yellow

And while we all were getting in
We made a most repelling sin

We touched the wall we cannot touch
And the teacher was mad so much

He didn’t tell us till the end
That we cannot touch it, for it will bend

And by the way
The mood was cray-cray

And definitely not mellow
But the bus was still yellow

We went to the park
And saw a dog bark