Carillon Canticle

I'll tell the story of the shun young five men

They made a ruckus again and again

Cuz every morning in their small town

They sung and played and shouted too loud

The same song every day and every night

A joyful melody, glad and bright

But all the village elders they grew

Weary of this monotonous tune

That the young ones played

The elders they made, a collossal blockade

Good morning boys, the youngest said

"Get out of bed, joy to be spread"

But then he saw the massive wall, and said

"Well, first we'll tear this down because

This clearly is a big mistake"

"While I do this

Why don't you boys play me a song to keep me awake?"

And as the wall crumbled, five shun young men

Marched in line, played a song so fine

The elders didn't know what to say

Or think, when five boys came marching in, in sync

One closed his eyes in melancholy

Hoping they wouldn't play this melody

The boys said: "look how happy they are now

There's one even crying, in relief cause we're here"

Nananananananana, nananananananana

Nananananananana, nanananananana

Nananananananana, nananananananana

Nananananananana, nananananananana