Who doesn’t love a
Rousing marching band winding
Its way through streets
Churning up excited emotions
But me but now
I prefer to whistle
And sometimes to hum
Both of which fade
To a saturating silence
Who doesn’t love a
Rousing marching band winding
Its way through streets
Churning up excited emotions
But me but now
I prefer to whistle
And sometimes to hum
Both of which fade
To a saturating silence