Clarinet is a humble woman,
With her reed and her valves,
But she is also very beautiful
In her own wonderful way,
For she is good at what she does
When she sings,
But she does not brag about it
Like some of her woodwind cousins.
She plays well,
And sings in alto,
Making her sound wonderful to all.
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