There's Music in the Air

There's music in the air
That was sung long ago. 
It flits about and floats about
To find a place to go, a place to go. 
And if you are a trumpet,
Then it will make you blow, 
And if you are a fiddle 
It will dance upon your bow.
If you are a piano, 
You will laugh on ev'ry string, 
And if you are a girl or boy,
You'll sing.