poem

The concert Monday went fine, I only played the EH on mvt 3 of Scheherazade - pretty but short. I did not play the oboe part as they have a second oboist already - she is so cool - 76 and still going strong (well, mostly!). She brought me this little poem that apparently Danny Kaye recorded in the 40s:
I was forced to be a hobo
Because I played the oboe
For the oboe is clearly understood
To be an ill wind that no one blows good!