Every time I try to practice with my violin,
the world goes rather peculiar,
as a funeral march sings out of it
and humanity drops to its feet.
My pet mice love it, they get to
dance freely out of their cage.
The owner of the quaint music shop
where I bought it did say the wood
it was made from came
from an unconventional source
before turning back to the coffin
that was the sales counter.