MUSICAL Poem: To Thirty Years of Zin, by Odysseus Moss

*An homage to Zin Zin Zin A Violin

I can safely say that even if we weren’t related:
his writing is untouchable, he still would be my favorite.

The trombone while in high school sparked a grand fondness for music.
I’d try my luck announcing (if I thought that I could do it).

Unsure about his children’s book (you don’t know til you try).
He wrote (and drew) since toddlerhood, not unlike William Steig.

It seemed to be his destiny (just one of many others).
But who’d’ve thought the idea took just three days to uncover?

Despite the odds, the book’s adored (through all the years and many more).
Those thirty years have quickly passed, and look at all he has amassed.

Composer’s revenge still holds up, of that you can be sure.
To think he had to be convinced (and by my mom, not yours).

Runner up for Caldecott, it seems he played to win.
A soldier on and off screen, join me to hail zin zin!