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Concert Band

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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