Chalumeau (Shall-you-MOH)

 I went to see Chalumeau Forest,

A giant there makes clarinets.

As I entered the park, I got lost in the dark,

And doubted my mission’s success.

I continued with renewed intent,

Until I ran into a wall.

I felt all about, 
It was wood, rough, and stout,

And part of a huge instrument.

I’d found a large clarinet barrel,

But this I had not seen before.

‘Twas taller than tall, had holes up the wall,

And was home to a duck, bird, and sparrow.

Then I heard singing,
In octaves too low,

As deep a voice I’d ever heard.

My flashlight revealed, 

What night had concealed,

The forest’s own Giant, Chalumeau.

He was bigger than I could take in,

With bird nest on top of his head.

As he plucked up some trees

(and did it with ease),

I discovered the Giant was twins.


(to be continued . . . ) 


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