Waltz in E Flat
If I could
Travel
Back
In time
By composing
A magic
Rhyme,
I would
Chance
To visit
France
And save
Chopin,
That darling
Man.
I’d take
Lots of
Medicines
And pills,
And quickly
Cure his
Pesky ills.
That nasty
Cough
Would never
Take him
Off.
I’d see
He rested,
Ate sweets,
Veggies and
Protein meats.
And when
He was
Truly well,
His new music
Ringing in
The streets,
I’d move on
To England,
And rescue
Keats.
If I could
Travel
Back
In time
By composing
A magic
Rhyme,
I would
Chance
To visit
France
And save
Chopin,
That darling
Man.
I’d take
Lots of
Medicines
And pills,
And quickly
Cure his
Pesky ills.
That nasty
Cough
Would never
Take him
Off.
I’d see
He rested,
Ate sweets,
Veggies and
Protein meats.
And when
He was
Truly well,
His new music
Ringing in
The streets,
I’d move on
To England,
And rescue
Keats.
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