Harry was having lessons
On the piano from his mum.
She was teaching fingering
From little finger to thumb.

He kept on asking questions
To fuel his hungry mind
But if he had listened
Understanding he would find.

Shhh said his mother
And listened to my instruction
Then you’ll get to play
Rather than my wrath and your destruction.

A valuable lesson learnt
The important thought lingers
The piano wasn’t for him
As he didn’t have enough fingers.