the best band in the land

The Rittman Indians Marching Band
They are the best, I take my stand
The student musicians have the gift
To give the crowds a special lift

The band director's named Ed Sims
He'd be excited directing hymns
All the students groan at his jokes
Sometimes his humor is just a hoax

The majorette leader, Becky Cline
Gets teased a lot, but she is fine
The majorettes they twirl and spin
To not have them would be a sin

The boosters, they are a loyal crew
Without them we would be in a stew
They volunteer they're chaperons
And other things, these precious stones

Our band, they march, they do not walk
Their marching show is not just talk
They hit their notes and hit their marks
Their enthusiasm really sparks

And now it's time for me to go
Thursday night is our first show
We will be in Mogadore
See us then, you will not snore

This Cliff Note is written later
The weather was fine for an alligator
The show was called off because of rain
And lightning too I must explain