It was a normal day at practice
‘Till the black clouds crowded in,
The wind whipped leaves through the trees
So that you couldn’t hear o’er the din.
Still, the band trudged through a run-through,
Never stopping for drink or sit,
And all went well until a halt
When one boy was off just a bit.
Suddenly ghosts flew from the tower,
And spiders crawled at foot,
A witch swooped down on a measuring pole
And blinded him with soot!
A vampire screamed and spat blood
As a mummy marked off the hash;
Frankenstein showed off his march
In a scary Monster Mash.
So all ye marchers, best be warned
To be prepared with sword and shield;
This Saturday you CAN’T be wrong:
They say there’ll be zombies on the field…