Colin, by Knight Dallison Subscribe to rss feed for Knight Dallison

Colin was a sound box drum
Who liked to bang and bang
Until one day he spied a mic.
That's when he first sang

He'd hit himself to make the beat
Then sing out a song
Poor little Colin drum
It sounded just so wrong

'Til Tinny the triangle came along
And helped him sing in tune
Now Colin the drum is a happy chap
And sings from midnight 'til noon
Posted: 2010-02-05 21:12:19 UTC

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