Tin Sandwich

My little tin sandwich
makes such a sweet tone,
I play it wherever I can.
It pleases me to the bone.

Blow air in and blow air out,
as simple as it can be.
It is not difficult at all,
to play a simple melody.

Names it has a plenty.
Mouth organ, harmonica, harp.
a diatonic in the key of C,
it cannot play a sharp.

But if I twist my tongue just so
And change the air flow
You can hear those missing notes
Using a bend or over blow

Cupping it with my hands
I make WA WA sound
Chugging on like a train
then I make it wail out loud.

Oh so small, it fits my pocket
I carry it everywhere
And whenever I play a tune
People just stop and stare

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