I have a tale of woe to tell
Of my piano which I must sell
Oh what a tragic sort of tale
Which tells of my piano for sale
For it has to go so I was told
Though I don’t really want it sold
So a new owner I must find
Someone appreciative and kind
Or to the garage go it must
To become a gatherer of dust
But I can’t keep it out of sight
So I’ll bid farewell to my upright
Why must I part with my dear friend?
But part we must though in the end
Creating extra space is sort
But what makes space of such import?
What makes this move so necessary?
Is the room changed to a nursery
The time has come to do the deed
To write the add for them to read
So how to frame the perfect add
To attract the good but not the bad
Piano for sale, is how I began
Piano for sale, only used for Chopin
