Here's a poem which has great rhythm...:) Hey,there!Listen awhile!Listen awhile,and come. Down in the street there are marching feet,and I hear the beat of a drum. Bim!Boom!Out of the room!Pick up your hat and fly! Isnt it grand?The band!The band!The band is marching by! Oh,the clarinet is the finest yet,and the uniforms are gay. Tah,rah!We dont go home- Oom,pah!We wont go home- Oh,we shant go home,and we cant go home when the band begins to play. Oh,see them swinging along,swinging along the street! Left,right!Buttons so bright,jackets and caps so neat. Ho,the Fire Brigade,or a dress parade of the Soldier-men is grand; But everyone,for regular fun,wants a Big-Brass-Band. The slide-trombone is a joy alone,and the drummer!He's a treat! So Rackety-rumph!We dont go home- Boom,Bumph!We wont go home- Oh,we shant go home,and we cant go home while the band is in the street. Tooral-ooral,Oom-pah! The band is in the street! -CJ DENNIS