o boy, could that fat lady sing!
she sung a very special aria!

we didn’t know that she could wing
that complicated song, and look the star-ia!

but with her front teeth (and I sorely quote)
’twas rather she would whistle every note

so shrilly to the rafters of the hall,
it seemed her voice could magically enthrall,

o heavens above, it was not over
in this operatic swift manoeuvre

till the fat lady did whistle, or just sing!
but if it was a whistle, it was shrill,

and if a song, some sort of highland fling!
whatever it was, it was quite the thrill!