Story #16: Jerry the Canary from the Bird Sanctuary: A Story for Children

by suededenimfiresale

Once upon a time
In a bird sanctuary
There was a bird named Jerry
Jerry the Canary

He flew off to school
Where he learned about wings
And all sorts of things
…but then they tried to teach him to sing

He’d try and he’d try
Every morning and afternoon
But under the sun or the moon
Jerry couldn’t carry a tune

“Aieee! What’s that racket?!”
The teacher he did wail
“It sounds like gravel and rusty nails,
Like chalkboards and fingernails!”

“It’s Jerry the Canary!”
The other birdies would exclaim
“He don’t sound the same!
He sounds super lame!”

So Jerry flew away
From the bird sanctuary
And that’s the last they saw of Jerry
That shrieking yellow canary

But as he took his leave
Jerry had this to say:
“Songs Ican sing! Music I can play!
When I find the right birds, you’ll see me again someday!”

Jerry flew across the skies
Searching throughout the land
For the right group of birds
To form into a band

He landed near a honkytonk
Where country music did abound
Where birds line-danced all around
To country geese who were honkin’ sounds

“Hey y’all, it’s a canary!”
Said the fiddler with a smile.
“If you sing in our style,
Won’t you set and stay awhile?”

But he’d try and he’d try
Under country stars so bright
But twang it as he might
Jerry couldn’t sing it right

“Bubba what’s that racket?!”
The fiddler he did cry
“Like wild pigs in a sty!
So bad, it stings my eyes!”

“It’s Jerry the Canary!”
The country birds said in a rush
“He don’t sound like us!
Y’all, I wish he’d hush!”

So Jerry flew away
From country music’s aviary
And that’s the last they saw of Jerry
That shrieking yellow canary

But as he took his leave
Jerry had this to say
“Songs I can sing! Music I can play!
When I find the right birds, you’ll see me again someday!”

Jerry flew across the sky
Searching throughout the land
For the right group of birds
To form into a band

He landed in a college town
Where all the birdies liked to jam
Where all the poets would slam
Where all the students would cram

“Dude, it’s a canary!”
Said the guitarist with a smile
“If you can jam in our style,
Won’t you play a long long while?”

But he’d try and he’d try
As they played for oh-so-long
But his voice was not-so-strong
Jerry’s jams were oh-so-wrong

“My mellow is harshed!”
The guitarist he did bemoan.
“It’s such a bummer tone!
How the singing makes me groan!”

“It’s Jerry the Canary!”
The jam-birds said as they exhaled
“You sing like a sick whale!
Dude, you gotta bail!”

So Jerry flew away
From the jam-birds who were so hairy
And that’s the last they saw of Jerry
That shrieking yellow canary

But as he took his leave
Jerry had this to say
“Songs I can sing! Music I can play!
When I find the right birds, you’ll see me again someday!”

Jerry flew across the skies
Searching through the land
For the right group of birds
To form into a band

He landed near a jazz club
Where the birds were cool and slick
Where the horns played tasty licks
Where the drummer’s style was “Sick!”

“Daddy-O, it’s a canary!”
Said the sax man with a smile.
“If you swing in our style,
Let’s improvise for a little while.”

But he’d try and he’d try
As their playing was so tight
But his voice was such a fright
Jerry’s jazz swung no not right

“Man, that cat can’t hang!”
The sax man he did opine.
“Our ragtime tastes like brine!
Our too-de-loo lacks shine!”

“It’s Jerry the Canary!”
The jazz birds had to chirp
“He sounds just like a burp!
Get outta here you jerk!”

So Jerry flew away
From the jazz birds so contrary
And that’s the last they saw of Jerry
That shrieking yellow canary

But as he took his leave
Jerry had this to say
“Songs I can sing! Music I can play!
When I find the right birds, you’ll see me again someday!”

He went into the city
Unsure of where else to be
Hoping he would see
Birds who were just like he

And that is where he heard it
In a club without much light
Birds making with all their might
A sound so wrong, it’s right

The drummer was a pigeon
He could not keep the beat
He’d fall right off his seat
His kit was incomplete

The bassist was a blue jay
She only had two strings
Her plucks were like ker-plings
She did not know a thing

The guitarist was a peacock
Whose amp was much too loud
His persona was too proud
As he tried to wow the crowd

But the audience was happy
As they leapt and flew and danced
And with every passing glance
Only one thing left them askance

“This band is pretty good,” they’d say.
“I give them a 7.2.
They’d really know what to do
If they had a singer, too.”

Just then the song it ended
And Jerry approached the stage
He said, “You guys really rage!
But I have some wisdom that is sage!”

“That’s right, I’m a canary!”
Said Jerry with a smile.
“Since you have a sound that’s wild,
I’ll sing whichoo awhile!”

Jerry sang and he sang
And the band was such a mess
‘twas the sweet sounds of success!
The crowd felt truly blessed!

They played around the world
This was the music kids craved
The critics they did rave
Their songs ruled the airwaves

In interviews with journalists
Jerry was quite frank
Their music was so rank
And his singing sure did stank

But he never stopped and he never quit
Even though he couldn’t sing
Which shows anyone can start a band—even Jerry, even Sting
Heck, if you wanted, you could do most anything

So be like Jerry the Canary
And start your own show
It’s a lot of fun, you know
Just open your mouth, and go!

Advertisements