"The Conductor"

The many facetted, multitalented Mr. Mucus pulled from his book-bag an old antenna. The type not seen much anymore, the ones that extent when pulled out.  He took hold of the end of the antenna and with the attention of those around him and with great flourish he extended it to its full length.  Now that all eyes were focused on him he lightly tapped it on the back of the seat and stated, "This boys is a baton for conducting an orchestra.  It takes a lot of training to know how to use it right.  Now when I raise it like this you need to clap your hands together."  At this point he tapped the seat once more raised his baton and started making sweeping motions in the air.  Much to his delight the boys across from him started clapping their hands together.  At first they were not in time with each other but as the Conductor continued to conduct it started coming together.  After a few minutes he lowered his baton and the clapping stopped.  "Boys," he said, "now you are starting to understand music.  Now let's add in some foot stomping."  So as he started molding the music as a skilled conductor, foot stomping was added into the mix.  After a few minutes it came out the only way that foot stomping and hand clapping can come out, even to six and seven year olds and someone add the lyrics "We will, we will rock you"  It had to happen.  So the last few miles to school were to the rhythm of "We will rock you".  Before I opened the door at school I felt compelled to help get the foot stomp and hand clap into the correct rhythm.  Then much to the surprise of the riders I added a little,

"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise

Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day

You got mud on yo' face

You big disgrace

Kickin' your can all over the place

Singin'

We will we will rock you

We will we will rock you"

 

Yes, now I'm not just another pretty face, I rock too.