Music is Fun
Music is wonderful,
and so much fun for me,
When I sing, dance, and listen,
I feel very free.
When I’m dancing,
I think of a new move,
As I practice,
I gradually improve.
Singing is something,
I constantly do,
Even when,
I’m tying my shoe.
Listening to music,
is so fun and sweet,
When I hear my songs,
they wake both my feet.
by anitapoems.com
If You Ever Meet an Elephant
(To the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” or “Glory, Glory Hallelujah”)
If you ever meet an elephant who wants to join your band,
it’s the sort of situation that will never go as planned,
so you’d better tell him “No” and try to make him understand,
before he starts to play.
First he’ll stumble and go crashing.
Then your stuff will take a bashing.
He’ll be dancing as he’s smashing.
He’ll act like this all day.
Then you’ll never make him leave because he’s happy as a clam
and it doesn’t make a difference if you yell at him to scram
when the only thing he wants to do is jump around and jam
and never go away.
He’ll be walloping and whacking.
Then you’ll need financial backing.
So you’d better send him packing
before he starts to play.
–Kenn Nesbitt
When Daniel Went Dancing
From the book The Armpit of Doom
When Daniel went dancing that night at the fair
he leapt on the stage with his arms in the air.
He ran back and forth at a neck-breaking pace,
then back-flipped and cartwheeled all over the place.
He jumped like a jumping bean, bounced like a ball,
careened off the ceiling, and ran down the wall.
He flew through the room with an ear-splitting scream
till, shaking and sobbing, he ran out of steam.
The witnesses watching could see at a glance
that Dan had invented some new kind of dance.
They cheered and applauded. They gave him First Prize.
They cried, “You’re a genius in all of our eyes!”
So now, just like Daniel, from Finland to France
they sit on a cactus to start every dance.
–Kenn Nesbitt
Our Teacher Sings the Beatles
A Poem About Music for Kids

Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, “It Won’t Be Long.”
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it’s cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, “Don’t be Cruel.”
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she’s singing, “Bad.”
She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It’s all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I’d never brought
my karaoke box to school.
–Kenn Nesbitt
I Listen to My Chicken
I listen to my chicken
as she sings her cheerful song.
I’m tickled with my turkey
as he gobbles right along.
My duck sings so delightfully.
I love my rooster’s rap,
and when my Cornish game hen croons
it makes me want to clap.
I give my goose a gander
and I giggle as she chimes,
for when it comes to poultry
I prefer the kind that rhymes.
–Kenn Nesbitt
My Old Uncle Wheeler
From the book My Hippo Has the Hiccups
My old Uncle Wheeler
the instrument dealer
sells cellos, pianos, guitars.
He also sells mandolins,
banjos and violins,
zithers and harps and sitars.
He sells all these things
that play music with strings
at low prices that cannot be matched.
His discounts are deep
and his prices so cheap
’cause he sells them with no strings attached!
–Kenn Nesbitt
