Selectively Eclectic, a Musical Matter of Taste

I freely admit I love classical music, And please don't think me a snob If I keep my composure When I mention composers As Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Schumann, And not Ludie, or Wolfie, Or Petie, or Bob. And a symphony simply cannot be enjoyed At just any old time of the day. I can't listen to them Prior to seven p.m., And I don't mean to brag, but I couldn't be dragged To a Wednesday or Saturday matinee Of a ballet by Bizet or Massenet. My taste in classical music, you see, Is eclectic, but not meant to shock. I choose Strauss for the schmaltz Of a polka or waltz, And Chopin is my dude when I crave an etude, But I do tend to doze in my seat in the loge Through an opera by Wagner… Or more Offenbach.