Spin my wheel
Around I go
Sometimes high and
Sometimes low.

A merry melody I sound
But never mind
The drone! The drone!

You spin me quickly
Spin me slow
Around, around,
Around I go.

Pleasant tuneful
Of a kind.
The drone! The drone!

Misunderstood
And seldom rhymed;
This odd instrument
That shapes my mind.

And strange with
Every sound I make.
The drone! The drone!

Press my strings
And each does sound
And once again
Around! Around!

Until you think
I’m fully known.
The drone! The drone!
The drone! The drone!

© Greg Burns 2011