There was a musician who lived in the ground
He had so many notes just hanging all around
So he gathered them together but he didn’t have a clue
How to bring sweet harmony out from this very motley crew
So this musician, who was a bunny living in a hole,
Took the many notes he had and threw them in a bowl
But they made an awful noise, mixed up as they be
The sound from that mess just made cacophony!
The musical bunny didn’t know what to do
He paced while he thought, “I must think this problem through”
But the notes they all clamored and he finally lay down
“I must rid my bunny ears of all this dreadful sound!
So the bunny musician then lay down upon his bed
He had so many notes all floating in his head
He fell off to sleep and he dreamt of a place
Where the notes all made music with beauty and grace
He awoke with sweet music, singing in his heart
“I know what to do, and where I must start!”
He took all the notes and put them in a row
But some notes jumped up high and some notes fell down low.
“Hmmm” said the bunny, what should be my next step?”
Well that was the answer, he put them on steps.
“I see what I’m making, I’m making a place
A house for the notes to live in beauty and grace”
So this musical bunny worked long through the day
To put all the notes in a good place to play
He decided the timing, that’s the rhythm, the beat
The pace at which he clapped his paws or tapped his bunny feet!
The short notes, they went fast.
The long notes, they went slow.
But the bunny with his good ears made them all to nicely flow.
Sometimes the artful bunny added a place to take a rest
And other times he added staccato for some zest!
Some notes were put up high on the treble, on the top
Some notes were put down low in the bass, the bottom spot
Some notes were made to be the leading melody
Others took there job to be helping harmony
Some notes they played together for they made a real nice blend
The bunny called them chords, for these notes were all close friends.
The many notes worked now together, rolling all along
In step and to the rhythm, they had become a lilting song!
So that is the story of the musician who lived in the ground
He had so many notes just hanging all around
But he gathered them together and put them each in proper place
And he made a composition, a song of beauty and of grace!
The hippity-hoppity-happity end!
© 2014 CAVenable aka “Granny Vee” 2/21/14
cacophony (ka-ˈkä-fə-nē) = a harsh or jarring sound; the opposite of a chord = discord
(This is a truthful account.)
On the ship dubbed Mayflower, Pilgrims sailed o’er the sea
To a land where these Christians would seek their liberty
To live in obedience to God Almighty above:
It would take their sacrifice, their courage, their patience, their love.
After a hard and long voyage, they were “brought safe to land”
Through perilous seas by the Lord’s gracious hand.
They fell to their knees on the cold shores of Cape Cod
And lifted their voices in thankful blessings to God.
The Pilgrims settled down in Plymouth, after weeks of exploration
And built a common house, the start of their plantation.
There was good fertile soil and water flowing from fresh springs
And forests filled with nuts and berries and other tasty things.
That first winter was harder than most humans could bear
But the Pilgrims, without complaining, trusted in God’s care.
Though sickness took near half of them to their heav’nly destination
God forged these hardy Pilgrims, and destined a new nation.
That first spring was welcomed and they planted the rich fields
And prayed for a harvest of a hale and hearty yield.
Kindly native Indians offered ‘know-how’ and their aid
So over that first summer, lasting friendships were gladly made.
So greatly was appreciated the harvest of that fall
That the governor named Bradford sent forth a public call
To thank the Lord Almighty in a very special way
With a time of prayer and feasting – a Thanksgiving Day!
The chief of the Indians came and brought ninety more
Feeding all those people would really be a chore!
But the Indians didn’t come empty-handed in the least
They came loaded down with goodies to add to the feast!
The Indians brought plump turkeys and plenty of deer meat.
The Pilgrims cooked fresh veggies: carrots, onions, turnips, beets.
Dessert was not forgotten: they made puddings and pies so sweet
And the Indians popped popcorn! Yes! For the Pilgrims, a new treat!
They ate and ate, then had some sport and took some time to play
But Thanksgiving is more than food and fun: it is a time to pray.
So the Pilgrims and the Indians humbly bowed their heads
Remembering God’s goodness, a prayer of thanks was said.
So it came to pass in that year, sixteen-hundred twenty-one
In the beauty of the autumn, this celebration was begun.
One more fact about this fine feast of gobble-gobble glee:
That very first Thanksgiving was not one day … but THREE!
© 2008 CAVenable
OUR FRIENDS’ BIRTHDAYS:
Granny Vee: February 5th
Friendly Phil the Frog: March 17th
Buttons & Bows: April 12th
The Baby-Blue Bee: May 3rd
Squiggles the Squirrel: May 19th
Checks the Chipmunk: June 7th
The Bluebird of Hoppiness: July 11th
Glitter the Butterfly: August 8th
The Bard Owl: September 27th
Silly Papa: October 19th
Granny Vee has a children’s Christmas book! It’s available online on Kindle AND many other online book outlets: This is a cute picture book with fun new lyrics to the traditional melody.
Granny Vee’s other online book:
The above is a little “piano” play on words!