Ode to our first Music Exam – With Mr Magnolia

For the past year or two Hood #1 has been mastering the skill,
of tootling and trumpeting, Mike has taught him the drill.
And he practices his trumpet with a rooty toot toot.

So he decided to go for it, stretch his horizon,
And took a crack at his Grade 2 examination.
All the while he played on his trumpet with a rooty toot toot.

The night before he had no sheet music,
His knowledge was limited, no rhythm, no beat,
But he played on his trumpet when he should be asleep.

So he visited Ann,who got him on track,
She taught him the theory for this line of attack,
And he played on his horn instead of having a snack.

He waited for Mike to give him a clue,
As to who would accompany him and play true,
And he practiced his trumpet with a rooty toot too.

Hood #1 could not find his suit,
It was left at the laundry and we had to scoot.
But he practiced his trumpet with a rooty toot toot.

The mad day arrived we drove hither and thither,
His six lovely siblings were all of a twitter,
And a last minute practice was all he could weather.

Alabama Dream and Ready Aim Fire,
Burst out that horn,’Twas enough to inspire.
And he continued to play with a rooty toot toot.

Then we dashed down the highway to receive his award,
He was ready for action but his siblings were bored.
And still he played on with a rooty toot toot.

And after all that he continues to play,
with rooty toot toot,
day by day, day by day.

Thanks Mr. Blake and Quentin too for such an inspiring tale.