 Well, a band will do it, my friends. Oh, yes, I said a boy's band. Do you hear me? I said River City got to have a boy's band, and I mean she needs it today. Well, Professor Harold Hill's on hand. River City's going to have her boy's band. As sure as the Lord made Little Green Apples, and that band's going to be in uniform. Johnny, Willie, Teddy, Fred. And you see the glitter of crashing cymbals. You hear the thunder of rolling drums and the shimmer of trumpets. Tum-ta-da!