Baby Grand

Back when I was six, I got a drum set, 

Then, I moved on to guitar and baby grand; 

As a teen, I loved music equally with life, 

Maybe more, only when the moon was full. 

I used to squeak out a tear when I heard, 

Keith Richards, and when I heard Cooper, 

I knew that music of the moon would kill me, 

I ran to the record store and bought Eighteen. 

On the Baby Grand, I kept my paper, 

And scribbled those notes, my Sick Things, 

Then, I closed the piano and went to Dairy Queen, 

All the while listening to Black Sabbath.