Our band contained nine stooges in three rings,
Which was a challenge to coordinate,
Until a new ringmaster had us sing
From music, thus reducing them to eight.

Three more were lost when we changed our PA
To pick up only voices and guitars,
One fled when sets were not in disarray,
Woodshedding charts made two give au revoirs.

Which means that set-up doesn’t taken an hour,
And pieces can improve from week to week,
Mic’ed saxophones no longer overpower,
And set lists are no longer so oblique.

Thus, our stooge count has dwindled down to one,
At least until I say that I am done.