I traveled up piano stairs and entered Musictown
the houses were all made of drums and no one wore a frown
wind tickled through the chiming trees and everyone could sing
they all just looked so happy, not worried about a thing
with tree trunks made of violins and motorcars of horns
the flowers little clustered bells and not a one had thorns
there was piano where I walked all up and down the street
and I was so delighted making music with my feet
harp strings hung in doorways, you couldn’t enter in a mood
you had to cheer some one else up, if you wanted food
a beautiful girl with a flute danced atop a wall
a boy with a trombone there to catch her should she fall
a wise old couple still in love sang duets within the square
their lyrics filled with hope, they left me without a care
a clocktower in the center played out a joyous tune
and everyone would gather round at the strike of noon
they all would work together, with instruments in hand
their music was so bold and bright it was heard through all the land