Shining sabres in the sun
Twinkling maces so much fun
Rifles spinning and whirling
Flags tossing and twirling
Elaborate costumes and glitter galore
All over the stadium floor
The band blaring as they move
Across the field, they start to groove
Dance and technique is our number one goal
As we spin and dance, pouring out our soul
Our elaborate hair and sparkling boots are a hit
Our precision tosses timed to the music are a perfect fit
We step onto the field for our last and final show
Our stomachs flutter rapidly as we start to go
Onto the field with a huge commotion
Performing a near-perfect show filled with emotion
The marching season is over and finally ends
We have all become close, forever friends
United by hours of blood, sweat, and tears
Our marching band and color guard memories will play in our heads for years
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