It's the finest music in the land. <br /> <br />Sung by a choir, that's not very grand. <br /> <br />The one you can hear singing top note, <br /> <br />Is a Black and White Billy or Mountain Goat. <br /> <br />No one reads music, that's not of much use. <br /> <br />Conducting is usually done by the Goose. <br /> <br />The Chickens and Ducks Keep well in Tune, <br /> <br />Our Farm Dog howls by the light of the moon. <br /> <br />The Cows you know start off with a moo, <br /> <br />That's the signal for the Owls too-whit and too-whoo. <br /> <br />The Sow with her Piglets, begins to grunt. <br /> <br />The Fox joins in and leaves the Hunt. <br /> <br />The Horses are good and give a loud neigh, <br /> <br />Not to be left out the Donkeys bray. <br /> <br />I've not mentioned the Birds of the air, <br /> <br />Wonderful how they all do their share. <br /> <br />The Cats of course are masters of this art, <br /> <br />And with their Kittens all take part. <br /> <br />The Cockerel is perhaps a little too loud, <br /> <br />But then again he is rather proud. <br /> <br />This choir of mine is very well trained, <br /> <br />Only the Church has of yet complained. <br /> <br />We sing our praises to Him on high, <br /> <br />The Poor Old Vicar, can only sigh. <br /> <br />His congregation consists of but few, <br /> <br />I'll help with my choir, How about YOU.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-19/
