The Diatonic Dittymunch
plucked music from the air
it swallowed scores of symphonies
and still had space to spare
sonatas and contatas
slithered sweetly down it throat
it made ballads into salads
and consumed note by note
It ate marches and mazurkas
it ate rhapsodies and reels
minuets and tarentellas
were the staples of its meals
but the Diatonic Dittymunch
outdid itself one day
it ate three-act opera
and loudly passed away
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