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First drum set
... because he can ... The little boy with a shovel for his sand little boy with a stick in his hand little boy with a drum for his band bangs because he can 'cause he can 'cause he can. Rat-tat-tat and a boom-boom-boom crash-crash-crash cacophonous tunes that brighten the day for his mom with the plugs lighten the night for his dad with the plugs in their ears in their ears in their ears. The little boy smiles and sucks on his thumbs little boy smiles and laughs with his chums little boy smiles and bangs on his drums because he can 'cause he can 'cause he can. © Kåre Enga [161] 2004-12-26 Written for a friend, Gary McPike, Jr. who gave his son a drum set for Christmas, 2004, when Gary III was 28 months old. He turn 7 on August 20, '09. His brother, Caleb is 3 now.
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