They're not a bonanza, but merit a stanza
Or two from the doggerel bard.
The names of musicians and mummers
No longer are loud on our lips;
By the side of our buglers and drummers
Caruso endures an eclipse;
And the legions of freaks and of faddists
Who hailed him with rapturous awe,
O wonder of wonders, are finding out blunders,
And worse, in the writings of SHAW!