Here is a funny poem about the violin!
Taking Violin at School, by April Halprin Wayland
I open my case
tighten my bow
pluck a string to tune.
I love to listen to it chirp across the echoing room.
My friends are in class
a famous English king.
But I am training this wooden bird upon my arm to sing.
Great poem, right? Especially the line “But I am training this wooden bird upon my arm to sing.” Imagine if the poet had written, “But I am training this wooden hippopotamus upon my arm to sing.”! Do you think you could make the violin sing like a bird on one day, and sound like a hippopotamus on another? How about a cheetah, or a turtle? Practicing can be really fun if you use your imagination.