There's a very special lady
Here at out school
Who teaches us all about music
Now you'd think that maybe
She would be oh so cool
And she would never never ever lose it
There's all these different instruments
That she wants us to play
Some are easy, and some are harder than others
Depends on the time I spent
When practicing every day
I could be as good as my brothers
There's another instrument we use
And it's not a horn or a drum
It is natural, and a wonderful thing
It is something you'll never lose
You use it sometimes to hum
Most often you use it to sing
Your voice is what it's about
A sound that comes from within
People make this sound every day
So go ahead, scream and shout
You might even want to pretend
That your voice is being heard across the bay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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