“Not All Drummers are Angels”

He isn't considered innocent,
(He's actually anything but.)
He isn't the best there is,
(He might admit it's true.)
He isn't the brightest star in the sky,
(He'd probably just laugh.)
He isn't the nicest guy,
(He can push too hard.)

He might not be any of that,
But he's still ours, as we are his,
And he'll be remembered always.

Because he had his own innocence,
(He's a drummer, not an angel, though.)
We can call him the best,
(He always plays from the heart.)
He knows what he needs to know,
(Just remember he's still a drummer boy.)
He's one of the good guys,
(He always takes care of his line.)

Who is this drummer boy?
The leader of our line,
unknown to him our angel too.
I might have said drummers aren't angels,
but remember we're our own special breed.
Just because we don't have white wings,
doesn't mean we can’t be pure at heart.
So even us drummers with dark feathers,
can be the guardians of the show.
Because the guardian of our show, our line,
Helped form my soaring wings,
and armed our line with sticks,
And worse than that, a drummers pride.
So even though not all drummers are angels,
this line is heaven bound, except when we march.
Then we're the demons of the court,
with our fallen angel at the lead.
A drumline angel, who'd have thought?