Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come.
Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat of a drum.
Bim! Boom!! Out of the room! Pick up your hat and fly!
Isn't it grand? The band! The band! The band is marching by!
Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet, and the uniforms are gay.
Tah, rah! We don't go home -
Oom, pah! We won't go home -
Oh, we shan't go home, and we can't go home when the band begins to play.
Oh, see them swinging along, swinging along the street!
Left, right! buttons so bright, jackets and caps so neat.
Ho, the Fire Brigade, or a dress parade of the Soldier-men is grand;
But everyone, for regular fun, wants a Big-Brass-Band.
The slide-trombone is a joy alone, and the drummer! He's a treat!
So, Rackety-rumph! We don't go home -
Boom, Bumph! We won't go home -
Oh, we shan't go home, and we can't go home while the band is in the street.
Tooral-ooral, Oom-pah!
The band is in the street!
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great poem
very nice and jumpy! -
This would be wonderful read to a group of young children. With all the relevant sounds and motions I think they would enjoy this immensely.
Boom! Bang! Great fun! -
The onomatopoeia is grand in this piece, used to accentuate what sounds the drums would be making and heightens the imagination to make one feel as if the band is right there in front of you.
At least I thought that there. Another thought is that it is a statement of strong will. The music gives the people what strength they need to continue to stand their ground. I was not familiar with the author but maybe this will give me more reason to delve into more of his work.
PEace
cHris
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