Down, down, down,
One by one,
Like a snake,
Like dominoes,
Fell the marching band.
Down went the basses,
Down went the snares,
Down went the trombones
With their slides in the air.
Down went the oboes,
Down went the flutes,
Down went the field mice
That had been kicked against a marching boot.
Last fell the person
That had made the marching band fall,
His name was Samson,
And he was thinking . . .
Shoot!