In the past, when we were poor, we had very few toys to buy with money, and trumpet worm nests helped make our childhood somewhat fun after returning home from school.
When I was a child, I went to a funeral and heard some young men describe the confusion of the mourning family as children and grandchildren from near and far crawled and cried. Uncle blew the trumpet and said: "Pow a little boat, a little boat, a little boat." Uncle plays: phet, phat. Uncle beat the drum: pop, pop, pop, pop the corner, pop the corner, innermost corner, innermost corner...
In the past, funeral trumpet makers (Bat Am ward) often used trumpet worms to insert into the trumpet the melody after a series of vibrating drums, ò í e, as everyone remembers. Before, they still used funeral trumpets, but now they cut sugarcane juice straws to make soft, sharper-sounding flutes.