Who I am
I am in the band
with a flute in my hand
I look at the music on the stand
I march for the fans in the stand
This is only a one band strand
There are others on this land
I am in jazz and concert band
These are more just offhand
In all these bands
I withstand
Firsthand
The true meaning of living grand
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