The song that I will sing for you
will be the greatest ever sung,
greater than the loudest bell
that ever has been rung.
I will sing my song by day and night,
in sunshine or in rain,
and when my song is over
I will begin again.
And so my song will grow and ring
forever bright and new,
bringing joy to everyone,
but most of all
to you.
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Myrtle McGuire
joined a choir,
because she thought
she could sing.
She sang soprano
near the piano,
and here’s the
terrible thing:
her voice was a shriek
that lacked technique,
and started a chain of disasters;
the glass windows shattered,
and what really mattered,
down from the roof
came the rafters.
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Sometimes when you’re out of sorts
and wound up like a spring
or plagued with nasty, angry thoughts
it really helps to sing.
Sing out loud, you can’t go wrong,
sing anything you choose.
There’s nothing like a happy song
to chase away the blues.
Australian Children’s Poetry 