Little Bomby Brum
Lived his whole life in a drum.
As with many girls and boys
His was a world of noise.
You could hear him in the song,
He couldn’t help but tap along!
Sometimes he would cross thump
And make his poor drummer jump.
All he did made a new beat!
When he’d play or clean or eat,
Even when he snoozed and snored
Somehow became a stunning score!
Some things we can’t help but give.
Brum made music as he lived.