When Mozart was three, he could play the clavier;
At five, he began to compose;
At ten, already launched on his career,
He began to worry about his hair and clothes.
He wondered. "Is this the wig I should be wearing
Or should I have gotten the brunette?
Are these kneebritches baggy? Why is everyone staring?
I wonder if they'll like my new quartet."
Even a genius is full of doubts
About his looks and whether the third movement should've been at a quicker rhythm,
And though the audience stands and claps and shouts
Bravo, he wonders who would like to go have a drink with him?
He and his wife Constanza were not so astute
When it came to money. No, not them.
So after he'd finished writing The Magic Flute
He had to write the Requiem.
And many German dances
To pay for their extravagances
The clothes and wine and gelati
And the Exsultate Jubilate
Thank you, Mozart, for being so prolific
And by the way your hair looks terrific.