Marvelous, Musical Me
From my nose flows the bright melody,
and my chin grows a well tuned goatee.
How my teeth can’t contain their poetic refrain
for so seldom are they out of key.
As my feet sound a sweet jubilee,
Happy harmony squeaks from my knee,
And my tummy’s a drum that I beat with my thumb
with a one, and a two, and a three.
When my parts play together, you see,
they comprise a complete symphony.
As we travel along, let me play you a song
on the marvelous, musical me.