(Or foot) upon the Pianola.

But there are instruments, I own,

That fire me with a fond ambition

To master for their names alone

Apart from their august tradition.

They are the Fipple-Flute, a word

Suggestive of seraphic screeches;

The Poliphant comes next, and third

The Humstrum—aren't they perfect peaches?

About their tone I cannot say