Where’s My Ukulele?
Where’s my ukulele?
Back collecting dust.
If I want to learn to play it,
Get it out, I must.
Beautiful mahogany
Pineapple in shape
Gentle tones of concert size,
I can’t let it escape.
I’d like to accompany singing
In my church’s little group,
Or the kids at the nature center.
We’d make quite a troupe.
I can play Happy Birthday
And Amazing Grace
And the Hokey Pokey,
But it’s only taking space.
What happened to my fingers
Is a bit revealing.
The callouses have worn off.
My fingertips are peeling.
With all my to-dos,
It gets pushed off my list.
I’m sure as a musician,
I can do better than this.
Where’s my ukulele?
Back collecting dust.
If I want to learn to play it,
Get it out, I must!
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