Colin

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By 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

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