Buses are happy:
They're shiny and bright,
And unlike the Tube
They can stay out all night,
If they want.
They're taller than fences and trees,
They know very well:
They're the fucking bee's knees.

Tube trains are sad:
They are born without wings,
Without buttons to push
Or those dangly things
To hold on to -
For now there are handrails instead -
And the worst of it is:
They're not bright fucking red!