And the days click by like dominoes
One by one they tumble over
Countdown to begin the show
Then finally the season starts
The date is set, the time, the place
We organize another year
The calendars fill with practice dates
Tosses, spins, amazing grace
The music haunts us day and night
Foot here, hand there, the flag in place
Practice, practice to make it right
Performance faces, forcused eyes
The music fills our hearts once more
Just like in practice all those times
We dance across the wooden floor
A show well done fills up our hearts
The end result of hours strained
We burst with pride when we know it's good
And when it's not, we burn with shame
All our shows improve by bounds
The season moves on faithfully
And all too soon it has to end
When it's all over, where will we be?
A little wiser, a little sad
To see another season go
But knowing we'll always treasure the time
When together, we are the show
Guard Goodies
Take Me Home!