A narrative poem following the nasty Dr Glum as he uses his magical drum to make others unhappy - but will he learn his lesson?
This is the story of old Doctor Glum
And the magical instrument he taps with his thumb.
He’s fat and old with a temper that’s bad,
And wears a red army tunic that belonged to his dad.
On his head is the hat from an old marching band,
Which is covered in dirt and was bought second hand.
Bits of spaghetti and old food dangled -
From his white beard that was scruffy and tangled.
Strapped around his neck (which is as fat as a plum),
Is a big red and white marching band drum…
But the power the drum holds is something quite great;
It’s a shame that the man with the drum’s filled with hate!