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I resolve to learn my bright red ukulele,
It's in my blood; Great Granda had a fiddle.
To conquer chords, you need to practice daily.
The uke is fun, it strums the tunes so gaily;
If mine were electric, I would widdle.
I resolve to learn my bright red ukulele
Hawaiians play with ease, their songs are wail-y;
Some play so fast, it makes you want a piddle.
To conquer chords you need to practice daily
Not pulling this one out for any ceilidh;
My tuning's off, still working on my twiddle.
I resolve to learn my bright red ukulele.
Don't think I'll ever master old, "Bill Bailey";
It still sounds like a washboard or a griddle.
To conquer chords you need to practice daily
Right now my fingering is rather Braille-y;
Can't seem to find the fret that's in the middle.
I resolve to learn my bright red ukulele.
I'd love to play Mike Scott's, "Spring Comes to Spiddal",
Or even just a fine, "Hey Diddle Diddle".
I resolve to learn my bright red ukulele;
To conquer chords you need to practice daily.
Kat Mortensen©2012
