Maestro

The Maestro comes to play With numerous things to say Our dear classic friend the baton. The guy who seldom keeps up drawn. The Maestro comes to lead When all of us simply read My old friend the saxophone Does nothing but whine and moan. I do not blame such a poor soul. We are always in control. If only we get to stand out In a crowd where they’ve no doubt The Maestro comes out to choose A fabled folk with nothing to lose Contacts, contacts, his contacts That’s what it’s all about. Facts No wonder why the second rate Such standards are not up to date.