An Ode to Public Transportation

I wrote a song this morning in a bit of a responsorial psalm sort of style. It goes like this:

O, Irving Park Express/
Please feel free to dine/
On my testicles...

I don't have any verses yet, but they probably would involve having three buses arrive at once, and then none for the next 35 minutes. And then there'd be a verse like:

When your foot engages the brake pedal/Please refrain from slamming it through the floor/It makes your smellier passengers lurch forward and crush me...

Or:

On your way to school, jerkwad teenager/You do not have to stand near your dumb friends/Please move to the back so more people can get on and we can get going...

P.S. April what? I need to write more.