When I go into the music class to sing,
I sing-song a verse from "Swan Lake,"
Whenever I sing-song loudly
I sing so everyone can hear me.
Loudly enough,
I think.
"Enough, enough!"
someone behind me said.
"You are a sing-song bird who
screeches like a demon."
So, I said to him,
"Oh unfaithful one,
real music comes out of you.
So, sing-song loudly
For everyone to hear."
And he did.