I confess
I’m
Thoroughly
Bored
By
The
Harpsicord.
It
Doesn’t
Play,
It
Plucks
A
Tinny
Tune
In
A
Hollow
Boom,
And
I retreat
From
The
Room
As
It
Sprinkles
Metallic
Tinkles.
The
Piano
Is
The
Way
To
Go,
You
Must
Agree,
Emitting
Pleasure
With
Every
Key,
And
I rejoice
In
Its
Mellow
Voice.