I was on a walking holiday with Hilary

In the Southern Counties of England

It was a hot summer which made us lazy

So we often travelled on the local buses

All went well until we caught

An orange and white bus

From a obscure bus stop deep in Kent

We were expecting the number seventeen

But were greeted by a number three

Which was travelling non stop to Marrakesh

We changed our relaxed plans in an instant

And never returned to the country of our birth