The Wheels on the Bus

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

Through bustling streets and the sleepy town.

With laughter and chatter, it rolls away,

Carrying dreams through the bright new day.

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish,

Wiping the rain like a magic wish.

The driver smiles with a cheerful"Beep,"

As the bus hums softly, a tune to keep.

The doors on the bus go open and close,

Welcoming friends wherever it goes.

With every stop, a new face appears,

Bringing stories and smiles, and sometimes cheers.

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

A rhythm of life, a joyful sound.

Through hills and valleys, skies so blue,

The journey's magic is always new.