First Line: GONE ARE HER BIRD-NOTES, THIN SHE SINGS, AND FLAT Last Line: TO-DAY, ALAS, THEY ONLY PITY PATTI.
GONE are her bird-notes, thin she sings, and flat, Enough to craze Concone or Scarlatti. Where once she made our hearts go pit-a-pat, To-day, alas, they only pity Patti.
