240th Chorus

Musically as important as Beethoven,
Yet not regarded as such at all,
A genteel conductor of string
In front of which he stood,
Proud and calm, like a leader
                of music
In the Great Historic World Night,
And wailed his little saxophone,
The alto, with piercing clear
In perfect tune & shining harmony,
Toot - as listeners reacted
Without showing it, and began talking
And soon the whole joint is rocking
And everybody talking and Charley
Whistling them on to the brink of eternity
With his Irish St Patrick
                patootle stick,
And like the holy piss we blop
And we plop in the waters of
And white meat, and die
One after one, in time.