I N S T R U M E N T S

The strings are pulled,
the bow bangs
"Throb, throb"... is the sound
of the big bass
"Badum-tish"... ran the sticks
onto the metal disc
The tinklings on the ivories
jingle sweet melodies
Together, we toil for your joy!

Heads nod... soles slap floor
Dancing to the rhythm of our cry
We're shown no mercy 
by the so-called "master players"
yet, when we mess, they're losers
I N S T R U M E N T S !
is how they call us
Our mission and passion is;
To toil... for your joy!