Our amateur started,
And eyed it askance,
Drew nearer, and snorted
Upon it by chance.
The breath of the brute, sir,
Drew music for once;
It entered the flute, sir,
And blew it by chance.
“Ah!” cried he, in wonder,
How comes this to pass?
Our amateur started,
And eyed it askance,
Drew nearer, and snorted
Upon it by chance.
The breath of the brute, sir,
Drew music for once;
It entered the flute, sir,
And blew it by chance.
“Ah!” cried he, in wonder,
How comes this to pass?