i am growing a glorious garden
resplendent with trumpets and flutes.
i am pruning euphonium bushes.
i am watering piccolo shoots.
my tubas and tambourines flourish,
surrounded by saxaphone reeds.
i am planting trombones and pianos,
and sowing sweet sousaphone seeds.

i have cymbals galore in my garden,
staid oboes in orderly rows.
there are flowering fifes and violas
in the glade where the glockenspiel grows.
there are gongs and guitars in abundance.
there are violins high on the vine,
and an arbor of harps by the bower
where the cellos and clarinets twine.