Pierre, I am playing arpeggios
Mama can't afford two lessons
She bought you a football kit
So you could kick and sweat and be a boy
Pierre, you're such a Gruffalo
So jealous of even a trifle
I'm sure you were adopted
You're such an oaf!
Pierre, on you a music lesson's wasted
Look at your hands, two nut-hard knobbly fists
Whereas mine, dear brother are delicate and slender
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