Like a theatrical production it happens every day,

The H-32 pulls up to the curb at 8:02,

This bus, so convienent, anyone would say,

It's always the same crew,

Toni, the talkative one at all times,

Myself, a man riddled in the mind with rhymes,

Carmina and Susan, scowling on the way to school,

Trevor Beeler, always acting a silly fool,

The driver, Mr. Uhrich is in many ways just like us,

Driving this "ATV" of his without any fuss,

The one known as Vanessa gives us good insight,

On just what she has understood to be right,

We patiently await each trip's end,

For the final destination we're all seeking,

Paradise at last, to reach it we do intend,

Our duration here continues in its ticking.