The Drummer

There was a magical drummer
When he played the right beat
The earth would move
Beneath his feet

But when he did
He quickly found
A new beat was needed
To move the ground

So he practiced all day
And he practiced all night
Trying new rhythms
‘Til he got them right

And when it all clicked
The earth would sway
The rivers would sing
The trees would play

But quickly it would end
He’d be feeling blue
So he’d get back to work
With a 1 and a 2...