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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Harold Zingers wasn't normal. Not even a bit.
He had monkey fingers... and stripes that wouldn't quit.
He played the piano with flair, funk, and grace-
But the zebras around him just stared bored into space.
So he packed up his dreams and his old piano case,
Left hoofprints in hay and a tear on his face.
The savannah was boring. The city was loud.
He'd play for the streets, for the weird and the proud.
From old folks to hot dogs, from kids to small clubs,
From awkward missteps to big roaring hubs-
Harold discovered that being unique
Wasn't a curse. It was music. It spoke.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Harold Zingers wasn't normal. Not even a bit.
He had monkey fingers... and stripes that wouldn't quit.
He played the piano with flair, funk, and grace-
But the zebras around him just stared bored into space.
So he packed up his dreams and his old piano case,
Left hoofprints in hay and a tear on his face.
The savannah was boring. The city was loud.
He'd play for the streets, for the weird and the proud.
From old folks to hot dogs, from kids to small clubs,
From awkward missteps to big roaring hubs-
Harold discovered that being unique
Wasn't a curse. It was music. It spoke.