Kids in buckets, the school run.

Splutter, splatter drips the rain

Down the gutter and window pane -

The journey to school will be so slow,

The traffic will just grow and grow!

But Gran and I have hatched a plan

To speed to school

(She's resourceful my Nan),

She pushes me off in a large plastic bucket,

Bobbing down the alley,

Sailing past traffic.

I paddle with a ladle

(But it will act as a rudder),

My long dinner fork spears debris muddier-

And vaults over grids -

Hey,

I'm the kid on the skids!

Granddads competitive,

Not wanting to be outdone,

He's cajoled my brother, Joe,

To join in the fun.

They lash empty

drinks cans into a raft,

Hoist the Jolly Roger

And after me he wafts!

We splash past our mum

And we could hear her gasp

About Health and Safety

As we sailed past!

I hang up my bucket below my coat –

Now all the class comes by boat!

And what if it’s dry?

(Which it never is),

We’ll haul up the handle,

We’re Wallabies!

Here we come,

Jumping kids in buckets,

Going to school –

We just love it!