The Winds (And Brass) Of Change

The Devil came back from Georgia

Having lost a fiddle battle

And decided to get his fit revenge

By giving humanity the paddle.

Still inspired by his suffering

He made child development writers

Into his own special breed

Of human happiness fighters.

In this case he inspired them

To decree that all children

From two-years-old should learn

To play the violin,

That all of them, talent or not,

Should learn of Mary’s little lamb

And whether or not they played it well

He didn’t give a damn.

And that’s how orchestras were made

Just as the Devil planned.

This story brought to you by a guy

Who plays in a concert band.

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