A little black music note Must now sing in the rain. She turns to her friends for strength Against this unordinary pain. The tiny black treble clef Is the wind beneath her wings. He listens to her troubles, And helps with all the small things. The small, minuscule bass clef Has the best memory. He reminds the music note, You’ve got a friend in me. Then the little music note Straightens up and flys. Gone from her clefs, her best friends, So lonesome she could cry.