Why are you blue, trombone?
Do you feel so alone
Because the other brassy instrumets
Are mean to you and treat you with contempt?
You have no valves or reeds
They don’t respect your needs
They laugh at your extra long proboscis
They say to play you is a simple process
That anyone can do
Even if they have the flu
But they don’t know you’re sensitive and sweet
Who cares if you’re not really that petite
Don’t be so blue, trombone
Enjoy your unique tone
When you are played you’ll not hear any yawns
You really are essential to the horns.