Union of Composers

Here is a truly prestigious feeding trough Loud slurping echoes from inside A massive rump, bloated like a pillow Sits enthroned as the Musical Buddha A well-fed belch rings through the air They slumber in an already happy dream All the High-Flying Birds All the Deep-Swimming Fish Snatch a fattier piece, and quickly! Shove a colleague from the feeding trough! Extort a fee, and do it faster! Cover it up with a convenient slogan! And look, broadcasting through the ether Heavily doused in mothballs Sickly sweet, just like a marshmallow The so-called High Art Snatch a piece! Snatch a piece! Snatch a piece! MAKE IT FATTER!