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TO MY FAVORITE BAND DIRECTOR
Among the unsung heroines
We meet along the way,
The Band Director
Surely rates a big bouquet.
She has to be equipped
With understanding and restraint,
Indeed, it's safe to say
She needs the patience of a saint.
To cope with all the problems
That constantly arise
For dealing with a band roomful
Of all sizes of gals and guys.
She heaps high words of praise
Of Kelly's ability to play her clarinet,
While reprimanding Paul
For dropping his mouthpiece to his trumpet.
But most of all she has to be
The friendly helping hand
That leads uncertain pupils
Into a strange new land.
She's the band director they'll remember
Who acted as their guide,
And made the instrument easier to play
By standing by their side.
Although I only see her
Once or twice a day,
I think she's the nicest teacher
That I have met on the way.
Sometimes we're "bored", don't play our horns right,
She calls herself "the old bat",
But she makes sure we play the songs as written
Instead of going "splat".
Someday I'll think of her
After she's in her grave,
And remember an understanding teacher
Who was so sweet and brave.
