Amadeus the skunk left his scent in the air, Everyone disliked it but he seemed not to care, One day while all alone, Amadeus began to moan, Pining for friends that just were not there.
A trumpet carillon played all through the night,
They kept me awake which started a fight,
But their brass horns hit true,
Making me all black and blue,
And, up my nose my piccolo fit real tight.