When the fellows brought their cellos,<\/p>\n
it got mellow straight away.<\/p>\n
All the hangers-on and horns-in-pawn<\/p>\n
of course would have their say.<\/p>\n
And the violins screamed violence,<\/p>\n
while violas sweetly bloomed,<\/p>\n
as the harp came in like silence,<\/p>\n
when the kettle drum then boomed,<\/p>\n
all the dockside shook like thunder,<\/p>\n
echoing came voices, crying.<\/p>\n
We have but one stage of wonder.<\/p>\n
And then all the rest is dying.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"