OURCHESTRA – A Poem by Shel Silverstein

OURCHESTRA ― Shel Silverstein

So you haven’t got a Drum,
Just beat your belly.

So I haven’t got a horn,
I will Play my nose.

So we haven’t any cymbals,
We’ll just slap our hands together.

And though there may be orchestras
That sound a little better,

With their fancy shiny instruments
That cost an awful lot,

Hey, we’re making music twice as good.
By playing what we’ve got!

From “Where the Sidewalk Ends”

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