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I WONDER IF ANIMALS LIKE MUSIC ©

Tom Barker
Joondalup, Australia
2000

Cut down a bush to get rose wood,
then rip out the gut of a cat.
Cut off the tail of a gee gee,
and you have a bow for a fiddle, just like that.

Bagpipes are made up of sheep skin,
and the drones tuned wi' such care.
It matters not where the wind goes in,
'cos the sheep is no longer there.

The tambour is of the drum family,
made of skin stretched over a log.
Used in old days for signaling,
"There's enemy!", or "Dad's down the bog!"

The crocodile skin makes a satchel,
for carrying music and such.
But don't ever buy any knickers,
'cos scales are a bit rough on the crutch.

Play a flute to a cobra,
watch as he moves in a trance.
But don't break into jazztime,
'cos wi no legs he just can't dance.

The earwig is a scuttle bug,
but responds to the right note.
Just chuck him in a jam jar o' watter.
He can't swim, nor can he float.

It's a good job we have pi'annas,
but we still gotta chop trees for wood.
To make the music sound louder,
and make our front room look good.


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