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PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There once was a drummer named Pete, whose rhythm was funky and sweet. He dreamed of the stage, a rock star despite his age. His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet. He practiced with pots and with pans, in hopes of a life with great bands. With a crash and a boom, he shook up the room, Wishing for a gazillion and one fans. He donned leather pants, shiny and tight, and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!" But when he would play, the crowd ran away, He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
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