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The concert Band 
A work of reeds, air, and hands 
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and time
Otherwise we sound like a broken chime

The flutes sound sweet and dainty – like a fairy 
A piccolo can go so high it’s scary
Our key of music is set in the key of C 
When we are in tune we sound so pretty

Clarinets are reeded 
When they squeak, earplugs are needed.
They play way too soft; you must strain to hear
And you have to be quite nearfor that my dear

Saxophones are loud, reeded, and sqeaky
Sometimes they can be quite spit leaky
Those sweaty neckstraps are almost like ties
You could wear it with a suit and look like one of those classy rich guys

Trumpets range in color - silver or gold
Their sound is quite bold
They have valves of three
And all the fingerings are quite easy

French Horns are very hard to play 
Tis hard to get the note you want to stay
You have to put your hand in the bell
The smell is totally not swell

Then the oboe and the bassoon. 
Oboe sound high and sqeaky, and the bassoon sounds like a loon
Both reeds are double and small
And they arent quiet at all

Percussion is the busiest part to every band
They dont use air or reed; they use thier hands
They keep the tempo for the most part of the time
All of the precussion instruments cost one thousand times a dime

Trombones are made of brass and a slide
If they're loud, your hearing is fried
Stand to close, you'll get hit
Ive heasrd that hurts quite a bit

Without the conductor. we wouldn't be a band
They can change tempo with a flick of a hand
They control everything; we bow to your wow
They tell us where to end and when to play now

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