The Drummer Boys

Pattering patterns the drummer boys drum,
Casually causing the hummers to hum;

Percussively perfect their rhythmical rhythm,
Uniform uniforms schismless crimson;

Oohing and cooing the passerine mass,
Praisingly gazing as they blasted past;

Wistfully waning strokes hardly hard,
Softening slowly receding ritard;

They marched out of sight an elusive illusion,
An eerily air their conclusive conclusion.

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