Tatum Learns to Brush Her Hair With All of the Orchestra Standing There

Tatum sees the brush before her it greets

She winces and blinks and taps her feet

But the brush does not rush to her hand for the task

When suddenly a band appears in a flash

And they all say, “Do not fear!”

We come to aid in all our sections, dear

Let’s see what we can do to help out
A tap gives the conductor; "ah-hum" he does spout

The violins begin to play

Take your brush and move this way

They motion her to start at her temples

She smiles a bit and shows her dimples

The clarinets then play a tune

And the brush begins to move straight through

The flutes and piccolos do join in

And suddenly hair is all but flying

The sides are a bit more trouble, so the saxophones,

Trombones, French horns and Oboes

Take their cue and usher deep strokes

To keep the brush paced with a good tempo

Now we near the back or kitchen

Tatum begins to start some twitching

“hold fast!” says Timpani, Cello and Bassoon

And Baritone, Tuba, and Bass enter the room

The rumbling soon begins to befit them

And Tatum is able to get some momentum

Now all of the instruments play as one team

And Tatum’s long locks begin to just beam

As the music turns slowly to its last refrain

Tatum looks in the mirror to see all she has gained

Her hair is positioned in perfect array

And the orchestra exits with a bow and hoorays

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 2nd creative work of the day