by John Farrar
The drum's a quiet little fellow
When he's left along.
But, oh, how he does roar and bellow
Rattle, snap and groan,
Clatter, spatter, dash and patter,
Rumble, shriek and moan,
Whene'er I take my sticks in hand
And beat him soundly for the band.
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