Sharps and Flats

We heard one speak last Friday On the law of Lien Notes. And if we joined his Parliament I'm sure he'd have our votes. For he pointed out the pitfalls In a way so clear and plain, That, if previously we've stumbled, We won't fall in again.

Now here's an illustration Of the things we must avoid To escape the crooked methods That a man named Smith employed; He purchased a piano On the month-instalment plan, The sale was duly registered, And then the fun began.

He sold it to one Robinson, Giving out his name was Brown; Though his victim searched the records, No such name was written down; But the vendor proved possession Entered in the courthouse files, So we'll finish with the chorus Sung to music set to "SMILES."

There are notes that start us singing, There are notes that makes us blue, There are notes that swallow up our savings As each month the wretched things come due; There are notes arranged upon the keyboard, That unlock the soul of mel-o-die, But the notes that I gather at these lectures Are the notes that look good to me.