I’m a giant on wheels, but I don’t have feet, Carrying people from street to street.
With windows for eyes, and seats for a bed, Guess what am I? Once I’m moving, I’m ahead.
Bus
I soar high above, in the vast open sky, With wings outstretched, I swiftly fly.
I carry passengers from land to land, Across oceans and deserts, over sand.
Airplane
I roar like a beast, yet I’m not alive, With two wheels, I swiftly dive.
I’m sleek and fast, with a powerful roar, Riding through streets, I yearn for more.
Motorcycle
I’m big and bulky, but I serve with grace, Collecting waste from every place.
With a mighty rumble, I come down the street, Gobbling up trash with every beat.
Garbage Truck
With lights that flash and sirens that wail, I rush to emergencies without fail.
My hoses are ready, my crew stands tall, Answering the call to save one and all.
Fire Truck
I hover above, with blades that spin, Ascending high, with a mighty din.
I can go forward, backward, and side to side, With a bird’s-eye view, I gracefully glide.
Helicopter
I’m a vessel that floats upon the sea, Carrying cargo or passengers with glee.
With sails billowing or engines strong, I navigate waters, where I belong.
