Curtain Falls on Marching Season

 
  • The fiery leaves of autumn fall,
  • The wind a brisk promise of winter,
  • The clarinets tune,
  • The trombones slide,
  • The trumpets roar,
  • The flutes flutter,
  • The drums beat a melody,
  • the mellophone plays a C,
  • The uniforms are pressed,
  • The shakos are on,
  • the gauntlets are off,
  • we are ready to play our song,
  • We like gladiators enter the Colosseum,
  •  leave our hearts on the turf,
  • the chorus and melody enter twines,
  • up, up, up, into the stadium lights,
  • the last performance of marching season,
  • is upon us.

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