Once a composer named Bach
Said he'd heard some wonderous tach
In the future I'm told
There'll be music that rolls
And also sometimes will rach





All those who would mess with the Sioux
Should find someting better to dioux
Or like George and his friends
You'll soon meet a sad end
Toodle-dioux, Toodle-dioux, toodle-dioux (to the tune of Taps)