In primary school we had two drums; base and kettle;
Played to make the kids march into their rooms; settle
We'd all line up and get into place; those drums set the pace
We all marched in time; like soldiers in a line!
I always wanted to get to play them; ached to be chosen!
Watched and envied the others; bigger than me
Just couldn't wait; wanted to set the pace; even if just once!
Finally I got the chance; loved the feel of those drum sticks
In my hands they seemed alive; like magic tingling up my arms
Through my nerves; up into my brain; such joy was mine
How I loved that little time when it was me to beat that drum
And watch all my friends moving in line; through time!
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