Marching Band
Wake up at dark and at school by six,
Head to the field to learn something new.
Practice and practice some more,
Get in step and get in form.
Time with friends and family at the games.
Trips on the bus going from place to place.
With coke, hot-dogs, pizza, and cookies,
Always ready to perform.
To suit up in uniform with lights shinning bright,
Our fans cheering us on when we play so high.
And when we move forwards, backwards, and to the side,
We even do some dance moves from time to time.
When the uniform comes off, our job is done.
I know that the show was good.
But above all things, there was honor and pride,
For my band family and I.