Melody will soar to beautiful heights, Low 'cello rumbles, then sighs in the end. All in a swift stroke, this turns to full orchestra. Horns and then brass, strings and then wind. It all flows to a climactic chord. For the oboe to take up a slow, sad solo.
Clarinets join hesitantly, adding metre and rhyme.
Last come the soprano voices, Song's as the mockingbird's full throated. Gently and triumphantly rising, Then held to the end of the preformance forever noted. Only time can endure Human, beast, and bird Burnt to a crisp, sick thing. For this there is no cure Every moment a fresh sting. Here nor anywhere Can you learn to love this rival.