There was a sad little 16th note that wanted to be much more in the staff of life. He didn’t even like his name. In Britain he was called a semiquaver but that wasn’t much better even though a semi IS better than a sixteenth of something.
“I wish I could be a quarter note or even an eigth note. I don’t dare hope to be a half note and whole notes act like they don’t even know I exist!”
Then one afternoon in a semi-famous composer’s music room the old gentleman drew the sixteenth note incorrectly and only placed one flaring line instead of two.
The 16th note was suddenly now an eigth note and was happy for the first time in ages.
But then he noticed that he was also a B note. “Well…that’s dissapointing”…the eighth (really sixteenth) note moaned. “I always wanted to be middle C!”
The moral of this little story is…”Be proud of who and what you really are and be the finest that you can be. And every time you get the chance, make sure to do your best and always be kind to 32nd notes.”