16 May 2012
Went into the music shop to buy a new guitar
But they were all to pricey, too much cash by far
The elderly shopkeeper fixed me with a grin
Handed me a triangle and a case to keep it in
He said please do not be deceived, for it is so much more
Than the noisy, squealy, six-stringed thing you came here looking for
When you've finished browsing, just give it a 'ting'
Then sit back and marvel at the riches it will bring
So at arm's length I held it and 'ting' sure was the sound
A sudden tiny puff of smoke revealed a tenner on the ground
With this triangle, I thought, could be on to something here
And gave it a slightly harder 'ting' to see what would appear
This time a leather wallet, stuffed with cold hard cash
So after just a few more 'tings' I had a serious stash
I gathered my belongings, went home and grabbed a broom
For if I was going to 'ting' all day I'd have to clear a room
Pretty soon the place was full with my ill-gotten gains
A sudden thought had struck me - I'll never work again!
Greed took over, just one more 'ting', but the triangle had broke!
And I really couldn't see a lot for the massive cloud of smoke
When my eyes stopped watering and when the smoke had cleared
It soon became self evident - my loot had disappeared
Of course there is a moral if you want to keep your stash
Hard work's the key for you and me, then you'll have earned your cash
Music • Opuss № I