MY HIGH SCHOOL HALFTIME MARCHING BAND

The trumpets were blasting in the middle of the game,

The woodwinds were flat and the drum section was lame,

Yet, out on the field,

Even in rain they didn't yield,

And, the marching band at half-time earned their fame.

Some marchers swerved to the left,
Some swerved to the right,
Some lines stretched out,
Some lines got tight,

And, all through the drenching rain,
Their lips and fingers were either numb or in pain,
But, the marchers knew dedication would not be forgot,
For their final formation was a big tater tot.