Today is Clarinet Day;
Well, at least that’s what I heard.
I played it once but it was not
The choice I’d have preferred.
In school, fifth graders were assigned
An instrument for band.
The girls all wanted flutes,
Which you can surely understand.
Though some were lucky, I was not
Among the chosen few
And so I played the clarinet,
Not much that I could do.
I never got the hang of it
And quit in junior high,
But joined the chorus, since my voice
Would, with the tunes, comply.
I hope all clarinetists
Can perform a bit today.
May their inner Benny Goodmans
Chase all naysayers away!
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