Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Zin! Zin! Zin! A Violin!

Dave and I read a lovely book to my three-year-old niece Roxanne at their house the other day (we are in Calgary, hence no recent posts). I was pleasantly surprised to find the oboe as one of the described instruments in the book! Here's an excerpt from "Zin! Zin! Zin! A Violin!" by Lloyd Moss

Gleeful, bleating, sobbing, pleading
Through its throbbing double-reeding
Oboe, please don't hesitate:
Come, make it an octet--that's eight!
In the picture, the oboist has tears running down her face. Yes, we all feel that way sometimes. Dave pointed out to Roxanne that she was crying because she had a bad reed!


Mary said...

LOL! I have this book... it came in my box of cheerios earlier this year. I was so impressed!

Rich said...

That's where our book came from. We always told my sister and Dave that breakfast was the most important meal, and literary source, of the day.