Music written classically
Is rarely played half-ass-edly
The notes so flat and sharp
Were never tuned with half a heart
Concertos for the fiddle
Are not just idle diddle
Music of Brahms, Mozart and Bach
Certainly more lasting than Roll and Rock
There is nothing classical more pulsating
Than Beethoven’s rhythmic pace, so sustaining
And no better musical master man
Than melodic maestro Frederic Chopin
Debussy’s haunting Clare de Lune
Is Claude’s romantic classic tune
Clare de Lune’s just out of sight
As it engulfs our soul with sheer delight
Now my classic case I rest
I cited only a few of the best
The classics, wonderfully sublime
To be enjoyed till the end of time
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