The wise old Sage with hair so white
Repaired the engine of a red bus so bright
With robes as white as driven snow
He worked with skill and steady flow
The gears and parts were old and worn
But with his wisdom, they were reborn
He tinkered and he tweaked with care
Ensuring the bus was in top repair
The engine hummed with newfound might
Thanks to The Sage’s expert insight
He climbed down from the bus with grace
And looked ahead with a smile on his face
The passengers would now travel hear and there
Thanks to The Sage’s timely fix and repair
In London town, the bus did roam
Thanks to The Sage who brought it back home.
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