Roses are prickly, violets are... violet, I'm sure you would rather that I was a piolet. I'm not, but of you I will still make a fuss, So why don't you come have a ride on my bus.
Come, put on a gymslip, and get your hair plaited, With legs is black stockings, and fair head straw-haited. You'll know where I'm leading, the board tells you where, And if you are good then I'll charge you half fare.
Last updated: Wed, 14 Feb 2001.