Here's the ode of Mr Music,
and his special helping hand.
Working solo, he was lonesome,
lonely as a one-man-band.
As a strum and play and danceman,
Mr Music had no doubt,
that on his lonely, own he
wasn't all that much to sing about.
But he had his own Man-Friday,
helped him every end of week.
Full of fun, and jokes and joyful,
full of ideas, full of cheek.
His right hand man, in fact was female;
worthy of great song and dance.
Keeping Mr Music on song,
aptly, Mrs Sing, perchance.
Just the very sound of her name,
music to his well-tuned ears.
Mrs Sing was just the thing,
answering questions, allaying fears.
So this song of Mr Music
plays towards the final phrases.
Mr Music wouldn't wait
to let her know, to sing her praises.
He'd not wait till he Mr humour,
and missed her friendship. So here's the thing,
Mr Music was most grateful:
So thank you, greatly, Mrs Sing.
