Prompt

(Verse 1) Mr. Jenkins wakes at half past five, Coffee in hand, feeling alive. The yellow bus now smells of armor and mud, Orcs in the back, grinning with blood. (Chorus) Orc bus blues, driving to the fight, Metal riffs echo through the night. Coins in his pocket, smiles all around, He’s the happiest driver in all the battleground. (Verse 2) Goblins shout, axes clink and gleam, The kids are gone, but he keeps his dream. Horn goes “BRRRAAAM,” the drums collide, Metal in his heart, orcs at his si