My dad and I are buskers,

We play on 2nd Street,

We’ve regulars that watch us,

Hum along and tap their feet.

My dad is on the lead guitar,

And sometimes mandolin,

But my sax is sexier by far,

When he counts me in.

People love my hat and suit,

They call me sweet, they call me cute,

But when I really start to play,

Boy, I take those folks away,

My music makes your life complete,

With the first few bars of Baker Street,

I may be just a little boy,

But my music brings such joy.

© Caro Ness 2015