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Cacophony, At the Ferry Building
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They arrived in funny hats with instruments in hand
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His doubt was only momentary
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Then out came the bowed instruments
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His hair hid the S in State
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They relaxed once knowing he was not selling trombones
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Even a simple instrument can take tremendous concentration
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The pirate chicken laid at the edge of his vision
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The thought of playing made her very happy
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The woodwinds and pipes soon arrived
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That one strum of the guitar thrilled them all
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The illogical confluence of sounds began
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The kazoo was, of course, the crowning touch
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Mysteriously the pipe seemed to repel his fingers
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The hat proved little protection from the lamp post
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For some odd reason the strings began to tune up
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The bells appeared to just sneak up behind him
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That very moment she realized her dad could not play
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For some the alligator was the instrument of choice
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Who would have believed an antique baseball could be played
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To convince them to follow he had to levitate
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And so off they went to perform merry cacophony
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