Pinwheel of Death

Paul Sperry


SONGS

Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical

Recorded 2012

Lyrics Poem by Theodore Roethke:

THERE WAS A SERPENT
WHO HAD TO SING.
THERE WAS.
THERE WAS.
HE SIMPLY GAVE UP
SERPENTING.
BECAUSE.
BECAUSE.
HE DIDN'T LIKE
HIS KIND OF LIFE
HE COULDN'T FIND
A PROPER WIFE
HE WAS A SERPENT
WITH A SOUL
HE GOT NO PLEASURE
DOWN HIS HOLE.
AND SO,
OF COURSE,
HE HAD TO SING,
AND SING HE DID,
LIKE ANYTHING!
THE BIRDS,
THEY WERE,
THEY WERE ASTOUNDED
AND VARIOUS MEASURES
PROPOUNDED
TO STOP
THE SERPENT'S AWFUL RACKET
THEY BOUGHT A DRUM.
HE WOULDN'T WHACK IT
THEY SENT
- YOU ALWAYS SEND, -
TO CUBA
AND GOT
A MOST COMMODIOUS TUBA
THEY GOT A HORN,
THEY GOT A FLUTE,
BUT NOTHING WOULD SUIT.
HE SAID,
'LOOK, BIRDS,
THIS IS ALL FUTILE
I DO NOT LIKE
TO BANG OR TOOTLE.'
AND THEN HE CUT LOOSE
WITH A HORRIBLE NOTE
THAT PRACTICALLY SPLIT
THE TOP OF HIS THROAT.
'YOU SEE,'
HE SAID,
WITH A SERPENT'S LEER,
'I'M SERIOUS
ABOUT MY SINGING CAREER!'
AND THE WOODS RESOUNDED
WITH MANY A SHRIEK
AS THE BIRDS FLEW OFF
TO THE END OF NEXT WEEK.
 

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