Through constant practice the young Iron Smoke Band achieved success and learned to love their art. Now in old age they are still young musicians at heart.
Uncle Joe and the Iron Smoke Band
I have a son by the name of Uncle Joe
Whose loyalty my family acquired by law;
Needless to say he’s my son-in-law
Whose love for my oldest daughter is true.
Next year Uncle Joe will be sixty-two-
Meaning, thirty-one multiplied by two;
By then my Mary will be fifty-eight,
But Joe has the option to pause and wait.
By profession Uncle Joe is an electrician
But by heart and soul he’s a musician;
At thirty he formed the Iron Smoke Band
Whose name was famous in Cebu Island.
To the Iron Smokers Uncle Joe screams his command:
“Practice! Practice! Practice! Of you I demand.
Practice makes perfect, that’s the law of our band.
Practice, boys, or we’ll be forced to disband!”
The Iron Smoke Band became popular at the start,
But Time which brought them together brought them apart;
Where are the boys, they who were young and smart?
They’re oldies now but still young musicians at heart. ###
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