It is a sobering thought, for example, that when Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years. It seemed to me, I'm reading this obituary, that the story of Alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so here is one. The loveliest girl in Vienna Was Alma, the smartest as well. Once you picked her up on your antenna, You'd never be free of her spell. There were three famous ones whom she married, And God knows how many between.
All modern women are jealous.
The first one she married was Mahler, Whose buddies all knew him as Gustav. Their marriage, however, was murder. All modern women are jealous. You should have a statue in bronze For bagging Gustav and Walter and Franz. And soon she was swinging with Walter.