The trill is gone,
The trill is gone away.
The trill is gone, ain’t there,
The trill has gone astray.
Key’s closed with gunk that’s strong—
Can’t get vibrato to play.

The trill is gone,
It’s gone from C to C.
The trill is gone, ain’t there;
The trill is gone from D.’s* “The Sea.”
Although I’ll still play on,
But notes won’t sing for me.

The trill is gone,
It’s gone, and that ain’t good.
Oh, the trill is gone, ain’t there,
Ain’t there in flute that’s wind of wood.
Someday I’ll blow, and I’ll have overtone quaver
Just like a bird in the woods.

Key will be free, free then to quaver,
Flute will tweet quite well.
Free key, key free, wow!
Free from tweetless hell!
Till this concert’s over,
All I’ll do is flat air expel.


*Debussy