How you make me feel like a twit
Though software to train my ear,
seems to be ideal
I cannot do it, not one bit
Each time I sit and try,
Melodic, harmonic or rhythmic dictation
I fail, I cry
Until, with hesitation
I hear the notes, I enter the beats
And you give me a green box of congratulations!
MacGamut, Oh MacGamut
How I love you so.
After hours of practice with you,
Aural skills no longer brings me woe!
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