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Kabodlute was not an impressive guy,
     Big head,
     Clumpy feet,
     Never did get enough to eat.
     Skinny bones popping out,
     Stringy hair scattered all about.


     Some thought he was without,
     A friend,
     Nice clothes,
     Or even a hat.


     He lived in a village,
     Not a town,
     Or a city.


     Surrounded by a wall,
     To keep monsters out.
     At least that's what his grandmothers told him it was about!


     The wall was surrounded by the usual sounds.
     Water running all around.
     Bamboo rustling with the wind.
     Villagers walking by,
     Or talking as they stood about.


     None of this is what he heard.
     Kabodlute only heard the musical notes playing in his head,
     All day long,
     Even while he was in bed!


     His conversation was limited,
     To the musical notes that were floating about,
     So he asked his grandmothers what he should do.
     He had two.


     They said," you should dress up a bit,
     Perhaps you'll feel more fit.
     Maybe a hat and new tunic.
     We can help with that."


     So gathering their tools,
     And scrounging bits of cloth,
     The two grandmothers created a hat,
     And a comfortable tunic.
     While he looked quite fine,
     He still couldn't hear.


     His grandmothers thought,
     "Maybe if you plug up your ears,
     So the music doesn't fall out."
     That didn't work,
     He couldn't even hear his two older brothers call him "Squirt".


     Then his grandmothers said, "let it all out,
     So the world will know what you are about!"
     They gave him a three fingered flute that he could toot.
     So he did!
     And spent every day playing his flute.

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