It was raining and paring
Dripping and dropping
And I was under
The roof of the grocery store
Alone like a fish in the sea.

The bus came squeaking
Along the road as fast
As I ran in the bus
Trying not to get wet.

In the bus the windows
Are misted and the
Whole place was empty…again.

Near the window I sat
And with the power of my finger
On the window appeared
My two little creatures.

My bus stop was here
And as I hopped off the bus
I wondered where oh where are
My little creatures going to go next….