I could hear their words waft on the breeze,
it seemed they were talking of Wood.
"Grenadilla!" both yelled,
"What a Heavenly smell!"
Then, in tandem, they pulled up more trees.
As I hid from the falling debris,
I missed their unison exit.
I turned all around,
trying to follow their sound,
and finally heard Chalumeau sneeze.
It came from The Cave Troubadour,
a shop 'neath the ground, where they lived.
Flying fast as a rocket,
I grabbed C's dirty pocket,
and snuck in as they shut the doors.
While they worked, the Twins sang their best,
a surprisingly beautiful mix.
While Chalumeau flowed,
in parts and song low,
it was Clarion who did all the rest.
belongs to Chalumeau's skill.
But Clarion's own
upper, sweet tones,
are the Licorice, all clarinet's speak.
I went to see Chalumeau Forest.
Two giants there make clarinets.
I've come to conclude,
in that brief interlude,
these Twins make clarinets best.
Mildred
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