Drum city

Drum. Drum. Boy in the yard drumming so hard, calling all kids to come drum in the yard. Drum on some kettles and cans! Here they come! They run to the beat of the drum. Drum. Bowls and buckets, cartons and cans, barrels and bins, and pots and pans, mops on pails, and rusty old rails--a frolicking, rollicking ruckus of rumbling drums. Drum. Jump to the sound, dance all around, loud on the tubs and the tins that they found. "March!" calls the boy in the yard full of drums, hundreds and hundreds of drums. Excerpted from Drum City by Thea Guidone All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.