The Banjo Boy
Banjo was a little boy
Not an instrument
Banjo spread lot's of joy
Everywhere he went
He was full of mischief
With a cheeky smile
Even though he was small
He knew how to beguile
He loved music and also liked to sing
As Banjo was his name
You would imagine he would like
To play an instrument with strings
This was not the case
He practised the violin
It was not suitable
And it hurt his chin
Banjo didn't want strings with bows
Or things you have to strum
Instruments you pluck or blow
He would rather play the drum
Banjo got his drum kit
It was on his ninth Birthday
He is in his element
And to play
It is very unusual
One can get quite overcome
To see a little Banjo
Play a big instrument like a drum
Ho, Hum
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