Oh here he comes, the genius, the rock star, the king!

Just wait till he get’s going, the rafters will ring!

A surgeon with his baton, a shepherd with his hand,

He’d make a world class orchestra from a small school band!

To begin with, he shakes hands with the first violin,

She’s a graduate of Juilliard, named Amy Simkin.

Then gest’ring for silence, his hand goes up, just so,

As we launch into that ascending, grand arpeggio.

And the music takes over, waves of high emotion,

The Promenaders beam back with the greatest devotion….

But I’ve noticed from this perch, right here at the back,

There’s an oboe in winds that is not really black,

And a fellow in brass who came here alone,

He’s got two odd socks, along with his slide trombone!

Now, I must pay attention, need to count myself in,

This is my big moment, my Lohengrin…

I have to wait till the bar, when the tenors all sing,

Then I pop up with my triangle, ting, ting, ting.