You were always musical, ready with a tune

And though I was tone deaf, my ear quite tin

We muddled on by dint of the golden mean

Though I was convinced all opera was a sin

 

The keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach

A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration

I confess that I shoved it in with one fell swoop

After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation

 

I could just about stand Puccini and Verdi

Sometimes even Wagner Spohr and Berio

But Schoenberg lieder was the last straw

That doomed our Baby Grand piano

 

THe keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach

A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration

I confess that I shoved it in with one fell swoop

After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation

 

Music in my vierw must be at least to some extent harmonic

Otherwise I descend the scale and turn quite catatonic

 

The keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach

A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration

I confess I shoved it in with one fell swoop

After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation