Borne fee. And me, no ticket, so
I sneak on to save dough. . .
Borne free. Soon the bus will start.

It's free; zooms right to downtown, too 'n'
I croon a renowned tune
And wait for bus to depart.

Pay? Me?! For that, I deride you.
It's free, though a boring ride;
I won't stride outside.

Borne free. As I ride I'm snick'rin',
But soon I'll be bick'rin'
'cause I'm borne free.

"Pay, please!" There's a man beside, who
Says free ain't the way to ride,
Then he heaves me outside.

Sore me. On payment I'm sittin'.
The road I'll be hittin',
Now foot-borne, me.