Though I be drunk, I am in my abode Unharried, nor shocked with cold, with rested leg. What ghastly winds might I have quivered 'neath Had I not happened on the nightly bus! Though you may remain, to our collective shame, Far less esteemed than you, by right, deserve, And far less compensated! I proclaim: Great thanks to Portland's operators who, Through stressful interactions remain calm! And in inclement weather maintain course! I can but do my part: give thanks to you, And bid my fellows, they should too give thanks. If not for you, our humble bus drivers, We would be stranded. You are recognized!