Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come. <br />Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat of a drum. <br />Bim! Boom!! Out of the room! Pick up your hat and fly! <br />Isn't it grand? The band! The band! The band is marching by! <br /> <br />Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet, and the uniforms are gay. <br /> Tah, rah! We don't go home - <br /> Oom, pah! We won't go home - <br />Oh, we shan't go home, and we can't go home when the band begins to play. <br /> <br />Oh, see them swinging along, swinging along the street! <br />Left, right! buttons so bright, jackets and caps so neat. <br />Ho, the Fire Brigade, or a dress parade of the Soldier-men is grand; <br />But everyone, for regular fun, wants a Big-Brass-Band. <br /> <br />The slide-trombone is a joy alone, and the drummer! He's a treat! <br /> So, Rackety-rumph! We don't go home - <br /> Boom, Bumph! We won't go home - <br />Oh, we shan't go home, and we can't go home while the band is in the street. <br /> Tooral-ooral, Oom-pah! <br /> The band is in the street!<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-band/
