November 22nd, 2012, 2:55 am
The Violin - A Little Bit NervousThe violin got all worked up, imploringthen suddenly burst into sobs,so child-likethat the drum couldn't stand it:"All right, all right, all right!"But then he got tired,couldn't wait till the violin ended,slipped out on the burning Kuznetskyand took flight.The orchestra looked on, chilly,while the violin wept itself outwithout reasonor rhyme,and only somewhere,a cymbal, silly,kept clashing:"What is it,what's all the racket about?"And when the helicon,brass-faced,sweaty,hollared:"Crazy!Crybaby!Be still!"I staggered,on to my feet getting,and lumbered over the horror-stuck music stands,yelling,"Good God"why, I myself couldn't tell;then dashed, my arms round the wooden neck to fling:"You know what, violin,we're awfully alike;I tooalways yell,but can't prove a thing!"The musicains commented,contemptuously smiling:"Look at him-come to his wooden-bride-tee-hee!"But I don't care-I'm a good guy-"You know, what, violin,let's live together,eh?".The Violin