These Notes
There once was a lass named Mariane,
Whose tenor voice soared like a fan.
She'd hit every height,
With such pure delight,
A vocal feat no one could outran!
In the lead was the starlet Yas,
Whose charm had a magical jazz.
With notes that would gleam,
She'd light up each scene,
Guiding the quartet with pizzazz!
Caecilia, the baritone true,
Her voice painted stories like dew.
In harmonies rich,
She'd bewitch with each pitch,
A songstress both vibrant and new.
The bass of the group, Michael, oh dear,
His low notes you'd feel in your rear.
A rumble so grand,
It'd shake all the land,
Yet his smile brought everyone near.
These Notes they were called, full of glee,
In Ireland's contest, a jubilee.
With Mariane, Yas, and their magical score,
Limerick laughter and music would pour,
A symphony joyous and free!
Whose tenor voice soared like a fan.
She'd hit every height,
With such pure delight,
A vocal feat no one could outran!
In the lead was the starlet Yas,
Whose charm had a magical jazz.
With notes that would gleam,
She'd light up each scene,
Guiding the quartet with pizzazz!
Caecilia, the baritone true,
Her voice painted stories like dew.
In harmonies rich,
She'd bewitch with each pitch,
A songstress both vibrant and new.
The bass of the group, Michael, oh dear,
His low notes you'd feel in your rear.
A rumble so grand,
It'd shake all the land,
Yet his smile brought everyone near.
These Notes they were called, full of glee,
In Ireland's contest, a jubilee.
With Mariane, Yas, and their magical score,
Limerick laughter and music would pour,
A symphony joyous and free!
