Musical Friends

Beethoven strode out on to the lawn and wrote Moonlight sonata,
my brother played it up and down which was a thing of wonder,
Chopin whistled up an etude but then he was a smart dude,
Mccartney called after someone and shouted out, 'Hey Jude.'

Rackmaninov teamed up with others and then told them
to clear off, and never fiddle with his black and white notes again;
Bartok got Sibelius in a headlock and said he was a 'meanie,'
but whatever force he might muster just couldn't suppress Puccini.

Elgar penned 'Land of Hope and Glory' which was a misleading story,
because looking at misery out of the window became mandatory;
Liszt was unsettled when more became lesst, needlesstly,
could not concentrate looking at Mozart's work lisztlessly.

The whole bunch were on that moonlit lawn before dawn,
greater than you or I when all those masterpieces wer born.