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A Race In Space

The racers lined at the finish line This race would determine the true master The hedgehog thought to himself, “This race is mine.” Meanwhile, the egg man readied his blaster

Knuckles knew that he would have to be faster The robots were there too, they were cold lifeless shells It would be a disaster At the end of this race, there would be no celebratory bells.

This was the city, and they would have to survive The runners took off; Knuckles had a head start The egg man aimed his blaster; this should stir the hive BLAM! BLAM! Knuckles was shot; this was no Mario-Cart

He scrambled to pick up his rings; they were a part of his heart But he was in the city, and he had to survive In addition, he had to also keep that dream alive The robots raced past him

The outcome looked dim Luckily, he had a shortcut in mind The robots weren’t blind, and they were super Artificial Intelligences They quickly followed after him, beeping and bopping

Knuckles wanted to win the race; this was one he wouldn't be dropping He saved up enough rings and ahead saw a booster The awesome store was in town, and he was shopping The robots thought he was scared and made the sound of a rooster

With a quick deposit, he zoomed with a dash The robots were in amazement, then short-circuited He crossed the finish line, and won the trophy and cash The race was his, and thankfully he had not hurked it.

Who wouldn’t want to be a Tuba? Powerful sound Is that a pound I hear? Keep it down Clarinet You wouldn’t dare make a bet.

Oh please, Tuba Why don’t you go live in Cuba Besides, people would rather hear a toot Than just a poot.

Clarinet, you had better scoot We all know that Flute is the way to go My melody is soft like the wind Keeping the audience pinned

Hold on guys, give Trumpet a chance They obviously prefer my big brass sound Maybe you all shouldn’t be so crass You know that you’ll just get a pass.

You might not know me, but I’m the Bassoon Compared to me you all look like buffoons Besides, you will all be dried like prunes Plus, I know how to make the audience swoon.

Wait everyone; we have a concert coming up We could spend better time humming We should put aside our differences And perform this show with stride.

Though I still disagree, we might as well of tried.

The sound of the melody is pleasing to my ear My fear sets in as seat by seat is filled I look around and all I hear is a great big leer The imagination runs wild, it starts to build.

To a fine tune, the sound is pleasing I stop only to listen The teacher gives me a look, it’s unceasing My inspiration starts to kicks in, the sound begins to glisten.