Friday, May 13, 2011

The Oboe Reed Makers' Lament.

You make them
While you're talking on the phone

You make them
When you think you're all alone

You make them
While you're driving in your car

You make them
When you don't know where you are

Now I would not
Go and bite the hand that feeds

Everybody must make reeds!


You make them
While you're entering a room

You make them
While you're visiting Grant's Tomb

You make them
When you're sitting on the pot
And when you have a cold
And when you're hot

You make them
While you're chewing up your food
You're hoping that just one of them is good!

You're angry as
You throw them at the wall

You realize
They're too long
Or they're too small

You think
You have some kind of a disease

But everybody must make reeds!