A Different Drummer

When I march, it’s to a different beat, three quarter time, more a waltz than a Sousa piece

Oompah pah, oompah pah, the carousel goes ‘round and ‘round. One, two, three, again and again

White horses on poles, the occasional sleigh, me, trying to catch the brass ring on the downbeat

Hanging on for dear life, even though I’ll go ‘round more than once. It’s not at all like real life.

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