Allegro da Capo
My lungs are full of reeds like those
In organs, therefore I suppose,
If I breathe in or out my nose,
The reeds are bound to play.
So as I breathe to live, you know,
I squeeze out music as I go;
I'm very sorry this is so--
Forgive my piping, pray!
Illustration by John R. Neil.
He can't NOT make music constantly, which seems to be why he lives alone in the Valley of the Musicker