by Shel Silverstein
So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly.
So I haven't got a horn—I'll play my nose.
So we haven't got any cymbals—
We'll just slap our hands together,
And though there may be orchestras
That sound a little better
With their fancy shiny instruments
That cost an awful lot—
Hey, we're making music twice as good
By playing what we've got!