There they sit in front of me,
Eighty eight of them.
Some coloured white,
Some coloured black.
I press one of them
And a note is struck,
I press a different one
Another note sounds.
If I press them in a good order
A tune is played,
If I play them in a bad order
Rubbish is heard.
So I need to get it right,
To get the melody right
As I sit in front of this instrument,
On ‘World Piano Day’.