Grand and mystic tells a tale

When you see it your mind will flail

Musicians see the basis

Your hands will flutter gracious

Talent and power may be seeked

You can tell your goals will meet

All I can say is this thing rules

Maybe it has it's own schools

People play and listen to it happily

It is more like a treasure to me

A value to see and even touch

The Carnagie Hall was made for such

I could go on and on from the subject

The most one to be seen is the most to protect

History tells of it's flair

Most of the players wore fake hair

Bach, and Haydn

Mozart and Strauss

All of them composers none is a mouse

The instrument that falls into place

Maybe the one that is told of it's grace

It is not found in a marching band

It does not march, it only stands

The wheels make it mobile

But it still is heavy

As you can see

It doesn't move like a Chevy

My tale is over as you can see

This poem is concluded like a series

All may be doubted

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All of your troubles will be no mystery

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