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Bow down to me mere mortals
For I am the Queen of the Cello Playing hard pieces with the greatest of ease Cello strings-better than piano keys! Flight of the Bumblebee? Ha! That piece is nothing to me! Russian Sailors Dance? Doesn't make me wet my pants! Shostakovich; whew, what a name! A great musical writer, Despite his lack of fame! You think you can compete with me? When I play the cello most greatly? The best cello player ever! I bet you think I'm clever! I rule the musical universe In a Cello playing contest, I'd surely win 1st! You think you are as good as me? But I declare! It cannot be! For I am the Queen of the Cello Bow! Bow to me! I know this sounds really strange, And you probably think that I'm deranged. But I will swear to you Just like I always do; That I love to do this oh so much! I feel the music with every touch Cello playing makes me fly! Even higher than the sky! Oh would it give me such a thrill, To save the world with but a trill. Alas, it will not happen, And my title shall suffice. I am the Queen of the Cello, So you had better be nice!
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