As no mortal e’er did see;
And never till now was there heard such a row
On one poor piano-forte.
On one poor piano-forte.
Also, little Queen Cole had a singing soul,
And she sent for her singers three,
And she liked the notes from the musical throats
Of Grisi and Persiani.
But, the third one, to wit, she said could not sing a bit,
’Cause his name didn’t end in “I.”