Stadium Light Song

A hundred lights ablaze

But few to sit and see

The army poised and still

On field of white and green

Armed with flute and tuba

Trumpet and saxaphone

They wait for drummer's cue

Weight balanced on their toes

Light gleams in black silk fingers

Like stardust in their hands

A white glove raised in suspense

And so the show begins

~To marching band members everywhere