All Aboard the 92

I waited, one foot in Port Soif, yearning for Cobo Bay I’m going for a swim, and I don’t mind a chat along the way Shuffle up the bus, don’t make a fuss, I need to sit a while Warro, mon ami, good to see you friend, Oh caw damme là, we do travel in style Cum t’chiqui l’affaire va, I ask how you are, I’ll sit and listen long Around us are nature loving visitors, chitter chattering in their native tongue Bienvenu, welcome to you, cosily wrapped people from France or Holland or Spain We’re steaming up and smelling of wet dog, but it’s good to get out of the rain He unfolds the map and is on his feet, it might be their stop, he can’t tell Trànchille, mon ami, your stop’s after Grandes Rocques, you won’t miss it, I’ll ring the bell At my stop I’m hit by the sun and the bracing wind off the sea, so twinkly and deep I love to tour around the island and the Puffin Pass makes it so cheap There’s a colony of us bus riding Puffins and anyone can join Tan tchi, thank you to the driver and, à la perchôine