A Young Cornetist

                                                           

My mah took me to town one day,

     An’ there upon a busy street,

I heard a little street-band play

     Music that to me wus sweet.

The cornet’s brassy blare I heard,

     An’ I wus captured on the spot;

A new desire within me stirred –

     All else in life was soon forgot.

My usual peaceful sleep wus killed,

     Before my vision cornets danced;

An’ w’en I woke my mind wus filled

     With streets where noisy bra-bands pranced.

Mah bought me one at last an’ I

     Wus king uv all the village boys,

Alas!! I puffed my lips sky-high,

     But couldn’t mke a tarnal noise.

March 6, ‘91

Pub. in Leader