‘A chip off the old block’

Wherever William went that toy trumpet did go
His little cheeks would constantly be inflated from his belting out his blow
So as he tagged along with his Mother at the shops 
“Root-a-toot-toot” was all you ever heard from that lads’s cheeky chops
But his extraordinary, eccentric old Mam and Dad wern’t like any other
William was a ‘Fruit loop’ just like his funny Father and mad Mother

You see his Father was in an orchestra he was the leader of the band, the musicians would follow his movements from the baton in his hand
Well William was just like his Dad 
‘A chip off the old block’
and all they ever thought about was classical concerto’s right around the clock
Wasn’t it just as well William’s Grandparent’s were hard of hearing 
Anyone who came to visit them was always disappearing

It was neither wonder that the neighbours houses on either side were forever on the market coz the familes were horrified
All through the day from the crack of dawn Dad would wave his baton to William’s musical marathon
Whilst Mother danced around the rooms with her duster in the air catching cobwebs in the corners foot-tapping on a chair
The only time that household didn’t have any loud noise was the middle of the night as snoring could be heard from the boys