There once lived a girl
A small girl with small fingers
But all the while she was a pearl
A pearl who wanted to tinker
Tinker on the grand piano.
She would practice at night and linger
To grow her tiny fingers
And when her mother asked, "why do you practice day and night?"
She would simply reply, "my fingers must grow to be trees so they can hear my music."
So she would play day and night
the other kids outside as she tinkered here fingers and piano.
And when the other kids would ask, "why don't you come out a play?"
She would simply reply, "my fingers must grow to be trees so they can hear my music."
She would go into the forest
And feel the trees
Her fingers aching for a rest
But her mind only aimed for keys.
Practice and practice she would
But her fingers wouldn't turn to trees
And her mind would get clouded with anger and frustration.
So one day she brought her piano into the trees
In hope her fingers would grow with the trees.
Day and night she lingered
Her fingers cracking with the keys.
Eventually her body grew into a tree, and the trees could hear the music of the grand piano.
