Bom, bang, Bom hear the beat, Drums playing, oh so sweet, Rhythm flowing, up and down, Making music, all around.

Sticks in hand, drummer’s set, Pounding drums, they won’t forget, Cymbals crashing, snare drum too, Making music, just for you.

From jazz to rock, and everything, Drums keep the beat, they make us sing, Fingers tapping, feet in time, Drums make music, so sublime.

So let’s dance and move our feet, To the drums’ infectious beat, Thanks to the drums and their sound, We can dance and move around.