"How grand it would be..." said the little
pinky
"if I could fly away from this hand that binds
me"
"Why?", you might ask
"Why would he want to leave, knowing that
one finger the hand would lack?"
Well, the pinky's the runt of the litter
The very thought of which makes him jitter
He longs to point the way
But forefinger says, "Nay!'
"You're too short & small..."
"..why, I'm surprised anyone can see you at
all!"
This angered the little pinky
So he tried to flip the birdy
"Tut,tut,tut!", interrupted the middle finger,
"That's my job and my job alone!" he bellowed
like thunder
"C'mon, face it..." chides Anular
"you ain't nothin' but a cute little feller!"
So the little pinky pouted & pouted
But there was nothing he could about it
One day the hand's owner saw a Paul Gilbert
video
Then tried to play a 3-note-per-string scale
legato
"Apex up!" hollered Index
"Ring, why don't you finish this 5 fret stretch?"
"You try it!" retorts Anular
"I just can't reach it, it's too far"
Then the little pinky swoops down,
Grabs the last note without a frown
Index, Middle and Ring stood by aghast
Stunned by something that reached so far and
so fast
"Bravo, Pinky!" applauded the three
"Without you we couldn't have finished the
harmonic minor scale's 5th degree!"
"It was nothing..." replies the shy little
runt of a finger
"I'm glad to be finally of help to our struggling
owner."
From then on, Index, Middle, Ring and Little
Fingers
Made beautiful and wide intervallic leaps
together
So, should you look at your fretting hand
And see your little pinky fly while practicing
your Dorian
Think of this story and then practice this
exercise
To keep your pinky grounded, healthy and wise.
