Music
By the drum major's count, four in all,
on the down beat of four is where I fall.
Four beats, four measure phrases
black seats and brown leather cases.
Four whole years to figure it out,
senior year and we have it all now.
To tryouts, contests, competition
first chair, first place, tradition.
Graduation, congratulations
where to go, what are your ambitions?
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