You're playing it by ear, boy! Eyes upon the score!'
Miss Trapp, the music teacher, very prim and staid,
English and respectable, the town's old maid,
Sitting in her 'front room,' elderly and stern,
While a grubby urchin struggles with the notes he'll never learn.
You're playing it at random! This will nevah, nevah do!'
No one knew her history or why she settled down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem