Ted Lear, bus stop lover went to see
In a beautiful deep-green bus,
You may think it funny, to spend real money,
And wonder why all the fuss!
Then Ted looked out to the sky above,
As he travelled both wide and far,
"O lovely bus stops! O bus stops, my love,
What beautiful bus stops you are,
What beautiful bus stops you are!"
"Bus stops," exclaimed Ted, "those especially red
How charmingly sweet they all be!
Then let us be carried! too long we have tarried:
How many old signs shall we see?"
They drove away, on a bright sunny day,
To the land where the 394 ran.
And there down the lanes; with no trav'ling pains
He'll spot all the bus stops he can,
Recording each place (as you do).
Lunch: pasties of mince, and slices of quince,
Soup slurped from a runcible spoon.
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