The Onomatopoeia Marching Band Poem by Mike Hester

Here they come - the finest in the land,
Known from Argentina to the plains of Kazakhstan;
They can make the school-boys cheer,
Or the haughty ladies weep –
When they do the thing they do
While strutting down the street.

(And they go)

Boom-katchung, boom-katchung, boom-katchung,
Ding, ding, ding!
Boom-katchung, boom-katchung, boom-katchung,
Ding, ding, ding!
Shoom (lackalackalaka) Shoom (lackalackalacka) Shoom (lackalackalacka)
Beep, beep, beep!
Shoom (lackalackalaka) Shoom (lackalackalacka) Shoom (lackalackalacka)
Beep, beep, beep!

They can do a wicked Wagner,
Or a cool Nutcracker Suite -
While bundled-up like Eskimos in the desert heat.
They could even make The Pope shout, “Damn, who was that, man? ”
Who is it? (I think you know)
It’s The Onomatopoeia Marching Band!

(And they go)

Zing (zagzag) zing, zing, zing (zagzag) zing zing, zing (zagzag) zing, zing,
Ching-a-ling-a-ling!
Floom (blatherblatherblather) floom (blatherblatherblather) floom (blatherblatherblather)
Rinkydinkydink!
Zippy-dippy boink-boink, zippy-dippy boink-boink, zippy-dippy, boink-boink,
Ringa-dinga-ding!

Boom babba loom loom, wink, wink.