A neighbor girl, named Emma Reilly,
Had seriously planned
To learn to play the trumpet
And go marching in a band

Christopher Hart, who fit the part,
decided on his own,
He'd go parading, serenading,
on a slide trombone.

Across the street, Chantal C. thought
"Wouldn't it be cute
To wear a fancy uniform
And tootle on a flute!"

Meghan Steuss', and Donald Medor
Had their minds all set:
They'd soon be taking lessons,
And would learn the clarinet.

Alyssa C., at grand HC,
In mapping out her life.
Had planned to blow a piccolo
(Which some folks call a fife).

And there was Zack, with sturdy back, who
Made up his mind to play
A tuba or a sousaphone.
Whichever came his way.

To Esteban and James, to beat a drum
Held marvelous appeal.
While Erin S., from overseas,
would play the glockenspiel.

Michelle R., would own a sax
She'd learn to play upon,
And Lauren Young would lead them all
By twirling a baton (or mace).

The kids agreed they had the need
To practice every day
For blocks around there came the sound
Of instruments at play.

Bit by bit, the sound of it
Got better by degrees
And day by day, with practice,
Play had soon begun to please.

By never veering,
Persevering, early morn' til late.
The hours spent in practice meant
They now were sounding great!

Fr. MacFarland went running by
And cried "What lovely sound!
It's simply grand, so close athand,
This dandy band I've found!

It's my intent they'll represent
The school and I will try
To hear them play on on Fitton Field
The football season nigh!"

That day is here.
The way is clear.
They're standing in a line.
Their outfits grand befit the band:
Their instruments all shine.

The Drum Major goes.
They're on their toes.
Lauren raises up her mace
Then down it comes!
A roll on drums
by Michael and Eric, mean's "March On!"

Mike's trumpet blare invades the air
With clear and sparkling tone.
Jon Ye plays and music flows
In waves from his trombone.

Tiago is seen behind them
And his saxophone held high.
Becky and Lindsay let their clarinets
Sing out while marching by.

Jordan's on the drums,
And Dierdre plays with zeal.
Caitlin's sax begins to blend
Val's and Carrie's horns contend.

They march in style,
Just see them smile!
Their voices blend as one.
The crowds all cheer as they draw near.
What brassy classy fun!