Monster's Big Voice

In a town, not far, lived Murray so grand, / A monster, not scary, with a voice that would stand. / His roar shook the trees, made the windows all rattle, / But in class, such a noise was a troublesome battle.

Maddy, with hair brown, and eyes shining bright, / Found Murray's loud voice a bit of a fright. / 'It's hard to play games, or chat with you near, / Your voice, dear Murray, is too loud to hear!'

The teacher then said, with a smile so wide, / 'Murray, let's find a way to decide, / When to be loud, and when to be soft, / So your friends stay near, and don't run off.'

Murray tried once, to lower his tone, / But once he started, his volume just grown. / 'I'm sorry!' he said, with a face turning red, / 'I'll try once again,' determined, he pled.

The second try came, with a bit more hope, / But Murray's loud voice just couldn't elope. / 'It's harder than I thought,' Murray confessed, / But he wasn't ready to give up the quest.

'There's a time and a place,' the teacher explained, / 'For loud and for soft, neither should be restrained. / In the playground, be free, let your big voice soar, / But inside, let's keep it level two or below for sure.'

So Murray practiced, again and again, / To control his voice, he was determined to win. / With Maddy's support, and a teacher so kind, / Murray was sure, a solution he'd find.

Then came the day, oh so bright, / When Murray got his indoor voice right. / 'I've done it!' he cheered, but not too loud, / Maddy and friends were so very proud.

They threw a small party, with cake and with song, / Murray's voice perfect, nothing was wrong. / 'Thank you,' he said, 'for helping me see, / The right time and place, to be loud or to be.'

Now Murray, the monster, with friends all around, / Has learned when to whisper, and when to resound. / His voice just right, neither too soft nor too grand, / Murray's happy, with his voice in command.

The teacher smiled, seeing the change, / 'Murray, you've done it, your voice you've arranged. / Remember this lesson, in all that you do, / The power of voice, is a gift true.'

So ends our tale, of a monster so bright, / Who learned to speak softly, and when to be light. / With friends by his side, and a voice just so clear, / Murray's big voice, is now pleasant to hear.