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Amadeus Unplugged

When Mozart’s young genius was still in the rough,
Before he had penned his canonical stuff
Like his classic quartets or the Magical Flute,
He wrote a Concerto for Musical Fruit.

The tones were exquisite, the harmonies rare
When the soloist boldly burst forth with his air,
A light, breezy piece, a delectable medley,
While poor Salieri sat silent, though deadly.

A single burrito was all he required
For a movement profound and divinely inspired.
Why, even today no composer succeeds
In writing true classics for winds without reeds!

Now the symphonies all have impeccable class
And The Marriage of Figaro’s truly a gas,
But no fiddle can squeak and no trumpet can toot
To compete with that opus for musical fruit!

mozart

 

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