The evening that Banjo Don came back to town,

the sun curtseyed in the west and nodded its approval

and smiled a boyish grin at the grand old man and his upturned frown;

the banjo acolytes, the notes all slightly out of tune and reluctant call

compared to the sound that their chosen master. Banjo Don

took to the streets and under a glowing sun

proved that the people had missed his sound, for no one can

play the strings with melodic ease or deliver a grin when playing for fun,