The Music Room

Come one and all down great glass halls
Through doorways. Follow the floorways
Bring nails and screws and inner-tubes
Bring tin cans. Bring busy hands
And enter the music room
You have arrived, now read the sign
It’s posted, clearly notified:
«There shall be no exception
To the law which states 'No rules here!'
By order, Dr. Drumstein.»
Zing-Zonic scales on pans and pails
Arpeggios up the wingophone
We harmonize, don’t memorize
Just make it all up. That’s the Rockery way