An Ode to My Chipped Reed

An Ode to my chipped reed
Oh! who could've done this awful deed?!
you squeak and you squawk
causing others to stop and gawk
it seems the longer I use you
the more I wish that I had two
two reeds instead of one
but these actions can't be undone
though others may dislike the sound
I think we shall make it another round

An ode to my chipped reed
I think peoples' ears are starting to bleed
I can hear all of the talk
about my reed that still squawks
I know what they say is true
but I can't seem to part with you
for we have had too much fun
squeaking until the song is done
though I fear they may have finally found
the source of the awful sound

An ode to my chipped reed
some are beginning to plead
others stomp with an angry walk
Why is he holding a tomahawk?!
I think its time to bid you adieu
hold on now, don't look so blue
though your time is sadly done
you were for awhile my number one
Although a new reed I have found
I shall never forget your squawking sound.