Danny, Don't Take it From Me (09.11.2009)
We celebrate the passing of a great musical instrument. Hobart M. Cable, the piano lent to us this summer, is going back to his kind owner, Danny. He will be dearly missed.
We hastily wrote this little ditty in his last few hours in our possession.
This ol’ piano, sings tenor, soprano
and alto and bass with glee.
Drove down the road to my humble abode,
and set this ol’ upright free.
It brought me glory of which there is more, see,
a summer well spent with thee.
At your discretion it was my possession,
Danny don’t take it from me.
When I go on you’ll be there
The pearly gates open on your care.
And I will bask in your sweet sound
I found you again, around you we’ve found our ol’ fare
I must endure. Life will go on - sure.
Ever mature, I must be.
But I’ll love you always, your sweet aural bouquets,
The gray makes it hard to see.
There are no pranks man, I give you my thanks, dan
but please don’t you take it take it from me.