The gobbersnak and the fiddlesnoot
played on the piano
blew on the flute

But a fluke on the lute
fluked it all up
and ruined the time
that rhymed with the tune

So the gobbersnak fiddled
while the fiddlesnoot drummed up a trumpet
that trumpeted the drum

But audiences drift
and dream and go numb,
though trombones may try
to blind your ears,
they find that rhymes don’t always work

The gobbersnak is back on the piano
but the fiddlesnoot took a different route
that routed his enemies
and ended all doubt

That gobbersnaks and fiddlesnoots
have a knack for playing absolute trash

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