Mommy, Daddy?
Please lend your ear.
I’d like to play
An instrument.
Perhaps the cello,
With notes so low,
But a sound so sweet.
Maybe the piano
With its lustrous white keys.
But I do like the flute,
And its swift-like sound.
Yet a small, measly harmonica
Is what you bring to me.
What can I play with this thing?
It’s the size of a candy bar.
It’s not even polished,
How shall I play a score?
When I said I wanted an instrument,
“anything but a harmonica”
Was what I meant.
No one cares for that rustic noise,
Only those peasants on the street.
I want a beautiful melody,
A rich, powerful sound,
One that will awe all who listens!
Stop it you metal brick;
Just break in half instead!
Don’t stare at me with
Golden reflection,
And silver glint in your eye.
I wish not to play you, dear.
I’d rather blow a horn.
But you do look a little,
Fascinating.
And your eyes do have a shine.
Perhaps I’ll take a shot with you,
To see if I want you as mine.
