When Beethoven composed
His sixth symphony,
Nicknamed The Pastoral,
He might never have dreamed that,
Two hundred and eleven
Years later, floating from the electric
Speakers of a horseless carriage,
Half a planet distant, his music
Would play to an audience of
Grunting hogs, squealing with feeling,
As the farmer, knowing the arpeggios
Best from Looney Tunes reruns,
Thought of wise-cracking rabbits,
Foulmouthed ducks, and pantsless pigs,
Notes soaring skyward through a summer
Pasture, levitating with blue butterflies.