If I were a fish
fa so la ti do re mi
I, Solfège, would sing
would that I could wish
every day to sing these scales
rest after High C
every time I bring
a sustained note to the corn
fields with the hay bales
instantly, my dad
sees his crops pop, and he smiles
how now he is glad
for a daughter, Miles
asks me to sing with his horn
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