From A Subtreasury of American Humor, edited by E. B. & Katherine S. White
"The opus rises to fortissimo
While I, once more, resign myself to fate,
Hemmed in quite hopelessly by row on row
Of music lovers, hushed, insatiate.
I know it is a sacrilege to sigh --
The end is nearing, in all likelihood --
But one affrighted piccolo and I
See no way out of this enchanted wood."
-- Peris Greely Anderson