Since I was a young boy
I played my magic horn...
If my memory serves me
I played the first day I was born...

Instead of crying for momma’s milk
All I wanted was to play Dixieland...
Instead of going off to play dates
I wanted to travel with my band...

While the other kids ignored me
They thought I was crazy in the head...
But instead of playing with dolls or guns
I wanted to play and earn some bread...

Not everyone finds their calling
Or their special purpose in life...
But I’m just happy making magic
Avoiding other people’s strife...

So it’s with my magic horn
That I will play forever more...
And if you don’t like my music
Then walk yourself right out the door...

© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice