Now there's calm at wings and middle, and even the First Fiddle
Veils his virtuous indignation with a smile:
The tutti did go wrong, all the parts appeared at strife,
They liked the Old Conductor, were in doubt about the New;
And Wh-tbr-d's tootling piccolo, and Wh-rt-n's wry-neck'd fife,
Went decidedly a little bit askew.
But, in spite of blare and blether, they're now going well together,
String and reed,
Parchment, and wood, and brass; and it yet may come to pass
That the New Conductor's début will succeed.