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Rumbling and rattly good green Bus Where are you going to carry us? Up the shiny lengths of Avenue Where lights keep company two by two; Where windows glitter with things to buy, And churches hold their steeples high. Round the Circle and past the Park, Still and shadowy, dim and dark, Over the asphalt and into the Drive— Isn't it fun to be alive? Look to the left and the River's there With ships and whistles and freshened air; To the right—more windows, row on row, And every one like a picture show, Or little stages where people play At being themselves by night and day, And never guess that they have us For audience in the good green Bus! |