more wintery slop. :)

 Otto the Automatic
   (to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

  Otto the Automatic
  Shifted gears without a clutch,
  And if you ever drove him,
  You might say he wasn't much.

  All of the other buses
  Used to laugh and call him names.
  They never let poor Otto
  Join in any highway games.

  Then one day their clutches broke,
  And they could not shift gears.
  Otto towed them one by one
  To the Mech who fixed their rears.

  Then how the buses loved him,
  As they shouted out with glee:
  Otto the Automatic,
  You'll go down in Bus-Story!!!

  Rusty The Syncro
  (to the tune of Frosty the Snowman)

  Rusty, the Syncro,
  Is a big old happy van,
  With his extra gear, you need never fear
  Going four-wheel cross the land.

  Rusty, the Syncro,
  Has this extra stuff, you know,
  So his front wheels grip if the rear ones slip
  And you mush right through the snow.

  There must have been some little gnomes
  That built him underground,
  Cause when he gets into the woods,
  He begins to dance around.

  Rusty, the Syncro,
  Loves to play in mud and snow,
  And to climb those hills, just for extra thrills,
  Go where buses shouldn't go.

  Rusty, the Syncro,
  Is a stable sort of van,
  While the others slip, his four wheels will grip,
  And he'll muddle through again.

  Down through the village,
  He will drive with little doubt,
  Over ice and snow, anywhere he'll go,
  While the others slide about.

  He'll drive right through the streets of town,
  All axle-deep in slop,
  And he only pauses, if at all,
  When a red light makes him stop!

  Oh, Rusty, the Syncro,
  Had to hurry on his way,
  But he waved goodbye, saying, "Don't you cry,
  I'll be back again someday!"

:)