A bus drove in to vacant land millennia ago so wise men say unloaded folks sped away left skidmarks in the sand The dumped-out strangers bred and spread til earth they filled and bled just to get them fed All the children know the ancient honored bus learned in pew or studied in a chair because without a ride their people never came and they but bits of clay Some say they know the driver read his promise never to forsake Others say the bus maneuvered on its own a mathematic kind of tram But none of them for all their understanding even knows the grass