Let us hear your song upon the hour,
let it be sweet and not so sour.
If with your feet you vote,
wait for me I'll get my coat.
A cacophony doth hurt my ears,
worst I've heard for many years.
Any more and my eardrums burst!
This artist should not play first.
All will leave before the top of the bill.
Run away to the far side of the hill.
Run to a sanctuary where it can no longer be heard.
Worse than bagpipes played by a Scottish Laird.
On this note I finish with sensible advice,
Turn down the music, turn down the voice.
Temper your attitude with common sense.
Sit back and enjoy the silence.