Gustav Mahler was my father
We had many a feisty quarrel
Over Brahms and common morals
He wanted me to enter law
Or architecture or biology
But all I felt was music deep
And so I wrote it in my sleep
Indelible super-symphonies father
You would have been proud to conduct
If I could only have written them down
But the audiences weren't ready yet
Apparently and anyway I was out
Of paper and of ink and would fall
Back to sleep hearing those sounds
For which the world will have to wait
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