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Wit and Humor of America, The Vol 06

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<h2>"TIDDLE-IDDLE-IDDLE-IDDLE-BUM! BUM!"</h2> <h3>BY WILBUR D. NESBIT</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> When our town band gets on the square On concert night you'll find me there. I'm right beside Elijah Plumb, Who plays th' cymbals an' bass drum; An' next to him is Henry Dunn, Who taps the little tenor one. I like to hear our town band play, But, best it does, I want to say, Is when they tell a tune's to come With "Tiddle-iddle-iddle-iddle- Bum-Bum!" </div> <div class="stanza"> O' course, there's some that likes the tunes Like Lily Dale an' Ragtime Coons; Some likes a solo or duet By Charley Green—B-flat cornet— An' Ernest Brown—th' trombone man. (An' they can play, er no one can); But it's the best when Henry Dunn Lets them there sticks just cut an' run, An' 'Lijah says to let her hum With "Tiddle-iddle-iddle-iddle- Bum-Bum!" </div> <div class="stanza"> I don't know why, ner what's the use O' havin' that to interduce A tune—but I know, as fer me I'd ten times over ruther see Elijah Plumb chaw with his chin, A-gettin' ready to begin, While Henry plays that roll o' his An' makes them drumsticks fairly sizz, Announcin' music, on th' drum, With "Tiddle-iddle-iddle-iddle- Bum-Bum!" </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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