Pick up your trumpet,   your plastic pretend trumpet:   blow me your horn today   Pick up your tambourine,   your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:   jingle and jangle today.   Plug in your keyboard,   your symphonic sound samba Samsung:   pick out a tune today.   Turn off your radio   shut away your stereo   put away your discman   and play me a tune today:   I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.   scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.   I did a donkey's back with fixed frog   and I martellato the slur.   Through an open wound you watch the guts go,   cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.   All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:   She varnished all around her F-holes;   blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.   Legato look and sawing detache:   but you want to bust your bow.   Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.   Madame Professor says Well done.   But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.   I scratch harmonicas in half-position;   I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat;   I double stop on any open string;   screw my G on up to B-flat.