The Flute player who stole OBA
Every Band member
In the Marching Band
Liked OBA a lot.
But one flute player,
Who lived in her own little own,
Did NOT!
The flute player hated OBA! The whole marching season! Now, please
don't ask why! No one quite know the reason. It could be because the head
joint on her flute wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that
her dinkles were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all
may have been that her shako was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
Her shako or her dinkles,
She stood in the doorway on OBA day,
Staring with a sour, evil frown
At the happy, excited Band member who acted like a clown.
For she knew every member was happy because of no school,
And if she messed up she would be the fool.
"And now they're putting their instruments together!" She snarled
with a sneer.
"Today is OBA! It's here!"
Then she growled, with her index finger nervous drumming,
"I must find a way to stop OBA from coming!"
For,
Today, she knew.
.All the Band girls and boys
Would get on the field! The music will start!
And then! They March! The flute player will mess up and then she'll
be part.
.Of the non-bandies!
Then the Band members, 8th- 12th, will yell at her like she was a
beast! A beast! A beast! A beast! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! They would
yell at her meanly, and then probably eat her in a feast
Which was something she liked in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something
She liked least of all!
Every member in the Band room, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with knives and a saw.
They'd get close and begin chopping, not caring about the law!
They'd chop! And they'd chop! AND they'd chop! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
And the more the flute player thought of this Band-OBA-chopping
thing,
The more the flautist thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why, for 1 year I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop this OBA from coming!
.But HOW?"
Then she got an idea! An awful idea! THE FLAUTIST GOT A WONDERFUL,
AWFUL IDEA!
Every Band member
In the Marching Band
Liked OBA a lot.
But one flute player,
Who lived in her own little own,
Did NOT!
The flute player hated OBA! The whole marching season! Now, please
don't ask why! No one quite know the reason. It could be because the head
joint on her flute wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that
her dinkles were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all
may have been that her shako was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
Her shako or her dinkles,
She stood in the doorway on OBA day,
Staring with a sour, evil frown
At the happy, excited Band member who acted like a clown.
For she knew every member was happy because of no school,
And if she messed up she would be the fool.
"And now they're putting their instruments together!" She snarled
with a sneer.
"Today is OBA! It's here!"
Then she growled, with her index finger nervous drumming,
"I must find a way to stop OBA from coming!"
For,
Today, she knew.
.All the Band girls and boys
Would get on the field! The music will start!
And then! They March! The flute player will mess up and then she'll
be part.
.Of the non-bandies!
Then the Band members, 8th- 12th, will yell at her like she was a
beast! A beast! A beast! A beast! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! They would
yell at her meanly, and then probably eat her in a feast
Which was something she liked in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something
She liked least of all!
Every member in the Band room, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with knives and a saw.
They'd get close and begin chopping, not caring about the law!
They'd chop! And they'd chop! AND they'd chop! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
And the more the flute player thought of this Band-OBA-chopping
thing,
The more the flautist thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why, for 1 year I've put up with it now!
"I MUST stop this OBA from coming!
.But HOW?"
Then she got an idea! An awful idea! THE FLAUTIST GOT A WONDERFUL,
AWFUL IDEA!