Ode to Drefke

O sweet Drefke

So clumsy, but nice

And with a crisp and clear voice

That dances around like a flag twirler from marching band.


If Drefke was gone

There would be notes galore

And no one to help the note passaholics.

They would be abandoned on their journey.


Drefke makes most smile every once in awhile

But do not pass notes or no one will smile

So please be aware whenever she approaches,

Because you never know if she will search through your stuff.


O Miss Drefke

So witty and strange

With the monotone voice of an oboe during concert band.