The Woodwinds’ Lament

Smiling and laughing
We are a quartet
The oboes descend
And the piccolos soar

Smiling and laughing
We are a quintet
A violin soloist
Comes to the fore

Suddenly seeing
We are an octet
But semibreve rests
Are the oboes’ encore

They’re playing a tune
For a string quartet
Forgetting the woodwinds
That once were their core

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