An Unusual Art
Rolling steps, feet in time
This art, this love of mine
"Find your dot," run it back
Endurance, something I can not lack
Tooting tunes, forward slides
Making sure our lines align
Marching band is what I love
"Woodwinds cut holes in your gloves!"
Put on your hat, make sure it's straight
Be ready to perform, wait, and wait
In anticipation of the prize
Something that gives a twinkle in our eyes
To perform again for the crowd
We wear beaming smiles, huge and proud
We're a family, people of all kinds
Leaving no single one behind
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