Music Makes Good Poem by Ima Ryma

In Philly in the fifties 'twas
A time and place to sing and dance,
Breaking old barriers because
Dick Clark, one show, just took the chance
On American Bandstand, to
Let a teen of color rate
A record, for T.V. to view -
A first that could bring a dire fate.
The kid said it had a nice beat,
And was easy to dance to, so
That was that, and there came no heat.
All rocked and rolled on with the show.

Music makes lots of joy and fun,
For all to sing and dance as one.