The music starts
It warms their hearts
you see a beautiful tone
From the trombone
When you think
About the song
You may just
Think about it wrong
When you think
The music is bad
You will soon find out
You have not been had
You listen closer
On they play
You find out
they play that all day
You feel sorry
For the ones who sing
You think you might
Just join the thing
You think about this
Glorious thought
you see that they
are better than tought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love for music is wel-presented