That great player and composer, Mozart
Was born back in 1756
He was composing soon as he could fart
His dad Leo taught him some nifty tricks
On the violin, but his fingertips
Seemed most at home roaming the keyboard's black
And white hills and plains. So they went on trips
Father, son and older sister, went back
And forth to Italy, England, some dark
Times, learning, writing, improving his art
Settled in Salzburg, not feeling he fits
So to Germany, then Vienna. Took
A post there at last, popular concerts
Overspent, sickened, died at 36
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