Our bus, which art snarled in traffic,
Swiftly may you come.
At shelters, benches, and sidewalks.
Take us this day to work and play.
And forgive us fares and passes,
As we forgive those who board through the back doors.
And lead us not back into our cars,
But deliver us from road rage.
(I had to look up the Lord's Prayer on Wikipedia to get the cadence just right...)