The Awful Flute Player
There was an
awful flute player,
The player’s name was Dan.
And when he played his broken flute,
Most everybody ran.
The trees would rot,
The grass would die.
The babies would all start to cry.
The men would whimper,
The ladies weep.
The birdies would not make a peep.
The boys would scatter,
The girls would faint.
The fences, gates would lose their paint.
The planes would crash,
And hearts would stop.
The choppers would all stop to chop.
Then Dan, he stopped the awful noise,
And played with all the other boys.
People sighed, the sun ‘gain shone
Till Dan, he started with the saxophone!
This page was last updated on May 30, 2006 by the KIWW Webmaster.