The trumpets were heard
Being played by puppets
They were just grand
We have a new band
They marched down the street
In their uniforms so neat
We were all happy
They looked so snappy
Played lots of songs
Sousa surely belonged
They turned around
Headed for higher ground
Wanted more to hear
They had no fear
They looked for trombones
Tired of playing alone
They found seventy-six
They could take their pick
Then some coronets
They weren’t finished yet
Then they found a bass
I gladly took my place
We marched the whole town
Until the sun went down
The puppets were happy but worn
A unique band had been formed
Stanski
May 21, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 