To all my friends at Northern Sounds
this is a special, happy day.
I've got a surprise that will make you say "Zounds!"
And hold all of your cares, heartaches, and troubles at bay.
We'll feel like sunshine, though we might have wounds.
Together our hands we'll join, unless we are horses that neigh.
Our joy will grow by leaps and bounds!
We'll compose songs about happiness, not curds or whey
with parts for all instruments, and even some hounds.
What is this wonder, what is it, you say?
Something to grow our creativity till it piles up in mounds!
Everyone rejoice! It's Bad Poetry Day!