Mozfart
Mozfart, like his brother was possessed of rare ability
Performing in Vienna for European Nobility
Farts of such, power, passion and brilliance
His pants we're reinforced for extra resilience
Amazing you'd think to have a musical bottom
But wouldn't recitals perhaps get a bit rotten
But although be blew through a rather large horn
The accompaniments were pleasant, I'm pleased to inform
For not only could Mozfart trump his brothers Sonatas
Without the use of additional apparatus
With variable, fragrance, flatulence was he also empowered
And could make his blow-offs smell like a field full of flowers
Mozfart's trumper was a musical revelation
Where ever he went he was quite a sensation
Farting Bach's Concerto in packed auditoriums
Then making it smell of roses for standing ovations
This attention put his brother in such a foul mood
He put a tub of fart power in poor Mozfart food
To deliver his grand finale the maestro bent low
And as he exploded took out half the front row
Although he died tragically
He lived his life magically
So next time you think you're about to drop a potty
Think of poor Mozfart and his amazingly musical botty
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