No Johny, no,no,no
I wish I had the guts to tell the neighbours how I feel
When little Johny's violin begins to scratch and squeal.
I know it's only early days but really even so
You'd think he would have learnt the skill of tightening the bow.
One day I thought I heard mosquitoes buzzing near my ear
But it was only little Johny getting into gear.
And first thing in the morning when he practises his scales
The will to live deserts me and my 'bon esprit' soon fails.
But as I am a coward I just put up with the din
And greet the neighbours sweetly when I'm putting out the bin!
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