John’s scooter carries him to school

     Whilst Fred goes on his bike.

A friend and I both walk to school.

     It’s something that we like.

 

Some children come to school in cars,

     Some travel on the train –

But we mustn’t dare be late, you know.

     Our teacher would complain.

 

The children in the next village

     Arrive in the school bus,

BUT sometimes there’s a special treat

       Enjoyed by all of us.

 

John Smith’s dad pilots aeroplanes,

     And when he’s not in Spain,

He volunteers to take us all

     To school in his own plane.

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