There once was a lonely abandonee,
Who sat on grass under a willow tree,
Left all alone, feeling so forlorn,
With a broken heart and a sleeve all torn.
To pass the time while the hours flew,
He took to the arts and music, too—
He hired a troupe of a small degree,
And strapped securely a band on knee.
The drummer was drumming a steady beat,
Right on his shin, near his tired feet.
The trumpet blew notes near his knee-cap’s bend,
As the sax played jazz to the very end.
\"I may be abandoned,\" he said with a grin,
\"Left out in the cold by my kith and kin,
But no one can say that I lack for glee—
I\'m an abandonee with a band on knee!\"
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