Union of Composers

Here's a rather prestigious trough Chomping echoes from within A massive rump, bloated like a pillow Sits the musical Buddha A satiated hiccup rings out They slumber, purring happily in their sleep All the high-flying birds All the deep-swimming fish And, lo and behold, it broadcasts through the ether Heavily doused in mothballs Sweet, much like a marshmallow The so-called high art Snatch a piece Snatch a piece Snatch a piece A fattier one