One by one we file in on the bus./Sitting in our seats like good girls and boys./For the first two minutes we make no fuss./But after those minutes, there's too much noise.//The driver tunes into the radio./I think to myself,"What a bad idear."/Before he knows, we're putting on a show./To get there faster, he shifts to third gear.//Then Pat stands up and begins to fist pump,/Which sends everyone into a laughing rage./Maggie yells,"CAMILO!" which makes us jump,/And the coach says Pat belongs on the stage.//But our bus adventure is at its end./We stroll to swim practice we must attend.//