What a guy,
Me oh my.
His hands move fast,
Makes me want to cast,
A line into the water avast,
Ye matey he is the most ashen fellow
My god sometimes he looks quite yellow;
When the trumpets blare,
He gives them a stare,
And the words we fear,
He says just loud enough to hear,
I have never been so disappointed in my life,
Oh boy what a tear.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
What a guy,
Me oh my.
His hands move fast,
Makes me want to cast,
A line into the water avast,
Ye matey he is the most ashen fellow
My god sometimes he looks quite yellow;
When the trumpets blare,
He gives them a stare,
And the words we fear,
He says just loud enough to hear,
I have never been so disappointed in my life,
Oh boy what a tear.
For the trumpets of the UHS Wind Symphony, I dedicate this wonderful poem to you folks, love ya.