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Twas minutes before the show |
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Twas minutes before the show, when all through the place
Not a drummer was tapping, not even a bass.
The pit trailer was loaded from the truck with care,
In hopes that our ATV soon would be there.
When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bus to say "What's the matter?"
“Please not our ATV” I said at that instant,
“Whatever will we use to pull our equipment?”
The sun softly setting as I looked towards the west,
“Can that be what I think it is” I said in jest.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Crossmen’s Red Rhino offering to pull our gear.
Bones sprang to our aid, to our team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Good Luck on the field, and to all a good-night!"
This past summer proved particularly challenging on our vehicle fleet.
A number of unexpected breakdowns left us scrambling and, in some
cases, we were only able to compete thanks to the generosity of our
competitors. After deliberation on what to focus on, this year our
fleet team has determined our most pressing need is to find a new
vehicle to move our front ensemble percussion equipment on and off the
field.
Help us raise $15,000 by making a tax-deductible donation to the Boston Crusaders. Will you join in our crusade?
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