Seventy six trombones

Seventy six trombones led the big parade! With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand! There surround by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos The cream of every famous band! Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun! With a hundred and ten cornets right behind! There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds There were horns of every shape and kind! There were fifty mounted canon in the battery Thundering thundering louder than before! Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise A full octive higher the score! Seventy six trombones hit the counter point! While a hundred and ten cornets blazed away! To the rhythm of "harch harch harch!" All the kids began to march and they're marching still Right to day! Marching still right to day!