A barbershop quartet lost face
Simply for want of a bass;
Though the foolhardy trio
Sang molto con brio,
Their sound was an utter disgrace.
Their bad name was driving them toey
When in flounced a sheila called ZoŽ;
Despite her long tresses
And love of tight dresses,
On a good day she got down to low E.
The issue, my friends, is quite clear:
You wonít hear your audience cheer
Unless you ensure
That your quartetís got four;
(Who cares if it looks a bit queer?)