You Cannot Make Me Sing
You cannot make me sing! Yelled the young boy, Jim.
He thought choirs were for sissies, not for him.
His grandma asked him next, so he tried it out.
Attending the first session with attitude and a pout.
You would be great! Said his Grandma Joyce.
You have an amazing baritone like voice!
He is worldwide famous with bells that ring.
His entourage is so glad he was led to sing.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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