MOVE ALONG INSIDE. HOLD TIGHT. DING DING

 

There was once a bus conductor called George

He’d stand at the foot of the stairs

On the double decker Number `10

 For town and the Pier Head

He’d help people off

And  he’d help- people on

With a smile and a greeting, “‘ow do”.

“hOLD TIGHT,” he’d call out

Ding Ding on the bell

To set the bus on its way

He’d enliven the trip

With many a quip.

“Move along inside”

And

“Fares, please,” he’d call out.

The regular calls of a conductor,

And then he'd call out

 “Anyone wanna  pay twice”

That would raise a few smiles.

As he squeezed through the downstairs saloon.

For it was standing room only on his Christmas bus stopper.

But his piece de resistance – this raised the most laughs

Was for all those alighting at TG’s

“Shop lifters paradise,” George would loudly call out

With a knowing wink and a grin.

“Ooooo…Y OUSE  are a one!” alighting shoppers would chuckle,  

Brushing past George to step down and away.