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
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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
