A tutu danced around without noticing a saxophone staring across the room.
But the saxophone never noticed when she stared back.
Soon the darling little tutu tore apart her fluff
She broke down at the thought of never being good enough
For how a tutu could compare to a flag
The flag so colorful and graceful
That was the secret wasn’t it
That flag could care less about that jazzy instrument
The flag just needed someone to twirl it.
While the tutu needed to be danced
It needed a strong masterpiece with feeling.
So when the flag got bored and the saxophone was bent and no longer played its majestic music,
The tutu came along and made him laugh with her cheesy dances
And slowly the saxophone became unbent
The music became majestic
And with one single note
They performed together
The story.. Of how the tutu met the saxophone and fell in love