MY SWEATY CORNET

It seemed like for my old cornet, all the notes did melt,

For steaming hot was parade day, and that my cornet felt,

My lips got drip, dry parched, 

The notes got damaged as we marched,

When the parade was finally done, I had a root beer belt.

THE SNOW PARK TWO

I went to the Snow Park because I had a free pass,

But it was so cold and snowy, I froze my mass,

But I had some cheer,

Drinking ice cold root beer,

until I slipped and fell down on my glass.

NO TEAM SPIRIT ON FOOTBALL SUNDAY

I cannot get my team spirit in gear,

It's football on Sunday and I have no cheer,

No ants in my pants, 

To dance and shout chants,

Because the love of my life forgot beer.