Ears are Important
Sunder a sonorous symphony, and
truths are uncovered as the band performs:
That Sousa turns the background bird-call bland,
and Tchaikovsky upstages thunderstorms.
Now, how do I know that? I use my ears.
Vibrations in the air tickle my nerves,
Yet some sounds damage them over the years,
So can I give a song what it deserves?
Hearing is ears’ earnest purpose,
So for my ears, the conclusion is yes!
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