A magic bus in the summer,
prehistoric at dawn,
it's a portal to the past,
where memories are born.
A time of joy and innocence,
far removed from today,
when the world was simpler,
and the sun was here to stay.
It takes us back to our youth,
to a different place and time,
where our dreams were golden,
and no sorrow was sublime.
The magic bus carries us,
to the days of our lives,
where summer will not end,
and our laughter never dies.