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Oh cello,
you make pretty noises sometimes.
(and by sometimes I mean when I don’t fuck up)

Oh cello,
you smell like varnish.
(which is good because if it weren’t for the varnish you’d fall apart)

Oh cello,
you make my fingers hurt kind of a lot.
(seriously, it hurts, fucking cut it out)

Oh cello,
in the wintertime you behave.
(except when you loosen your pegs for no reason. Bitch)

Oh cello,
in the summertime you suck kind of a lot (lol repetition).
(what the fuck is with you and humidity? Get over it)

Oh cello,
it’s cute when you snap your A string.
(i’m lying, no it’s not, cut the shit)

Oh cello,
you’re expensive.
($$$$$$$$$$$$$)

Oh cello,
this stopped being an ode at the third stanza.
(it’s now more a list of complaints)

Oh cello,
sometimes you’re called a celli’, or cello’, or violoncello.
(just some cello trivia for the audience)

Oh cello,
i’ve run out of things to say about you.
(no I haven’t, I’m just lazy and want to go do something else)

Oooooh celloooo.

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