Sub-contrabass Bassoon Part III: I Won't March
I won't march if you won't.
We're just marching back and forth
East and south and west and north
We pep up, the quarterback
Gets her forty-second sack
We are the kids that play and walk
From the kickoff to the zeroed clock
We can barely carry a tune
Much less a sub-contrabass bassoon
We'd like to stop or go away
But we still have to play.