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Play that Horn

© David Marr

Blare! Braaat! Rat-tat-tat!
What is that I hear
That scared off the cat?

It's that new silver horn
In the hand of Billy
Who wears shirts that are torn
And loves to be silly.

I say, "Hey Billy, how do you play it?"
"Well ya see, ya just pucker up
And blow as hard as you can."
I say, "Well how long have you played that bit?"
"Two weeks for me to pick it up
And already you're a fan!"

He says, "I'm glad that you like it;
In the park
They chased me away,
And at my house
They keep me at bay.
Listen to the high note I hit-
In the morning
It wakes up my father
And in the evening
They find it a bother."

I say, "Well Billy, why do you play?"
He says, "What do you mean?
I know I'll be in a band one day;
By all will I be seen."

I say, "Billy, good for you!"
As my ears begin to ring.
"Keep playing that trumpet-
One day I know it will sing!"

He says, "Let me send you off
With a special fanfare.
It's one I made up myself
Please listen if you dare!"

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