I want to play the piccolo;
Forget about the drum–
Piccolo’s the instrument
For making eardrums numb.
The trumpet has its followers,
The trombone does okay,
But the piccolo has got a sound
That blasts them both away.
I want to play an instrument
That cuts through all the rest,
I want to give each piece I play
My ear-split-ting-est best.
I love its penetrating sound,
I relish how it shrieks,
I adore its strident, treble voice,
Its lovely, high-pitched screech.
I want to play the piccolo,
So you can keep the flute.
I like a sound that really hurts–
Besides, it’s kind of cute!
Written by Karen Bjork Kubin.
Illustrated by Courtney Pippin-Mathur.
This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.
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