Story 20: Odd Sounds

There are so many sounds to be made.

So many songs that have never been sung.

So many whistles and horns and shapes for your lips.

I wonder, which is your favorite one?

You can gurgle, gargle, galorgle, 

Like you’re under the sea.

Or urgle, burgle, and blargle, 

Sounds as wet as wet can be.

You can moo moo mooooo,

Like you live on a farm.

Crow and low and low again

It’s all part of your charm.

Wail and quail and caw and call

As if you’re a bird in the sky.

Chirp-chirp and chatter-chatter.

Oh, it’s like my baby can fly.

Babble and bubble and blubber

And banter and bluster and bustle.

Try braying and blabbing and I think you’ll find

That it takes every one of your muscles.

Squeal, squelch, and squeal some more

Skidoo, hoo-hay, hooray.

“Hallelujah” and “Husah!”

Say “Yippee,” like in the parade.

Giggle and cackle and chortle 

And chuckle and just plain laugh.

Snicker and snooker and guffaw 

Then give a snort and a half.

Toot-fart, boom-pop, fizzle-foozle, 

Snoot, snart, and splat.

Hum-ding, hum-doogle, and hum-dong

Or even purr like a cat.

Snuffle, shuffle, and sniffle, 

Waffle, warble, and whiffle.

Slurp and slarp and slop, 

And lastly, whisper and whistle.

There are so many sounds to be made.

So many songs that have never been sung.

So many whistles and horns and shapes for your lips.

I wonder, which is your favorite one?