I play the guitar—
I strum every strand—
While I sing like a bird
In my new one-man band.
I bang on the drums
While my flute pipes along,
Give the cymbals three clangs,
But just one for the gong.
I am the conductor,
The key pianist;
This is clearly the reason
I’m meant to exist.
Who needs other players
With talent this grand?
There’s nothing quite like me
And my one-man band.
(But if you’re not busy, I’d sure like a hand!)

~Barbara Vance