A is for Abell, a flute compa-nee,
B is the Bb Gen, lower than C,
C is a note that cross-fingered may be,
And D is the chord when three fluters blow D.
Chorus:
Merrily, merrily, so merry we toot,
No mortal on earth like a fool with a flute.
Whistlers and fluters with fipple or lip,
All a-wasting their time on the old Chiff and Fip.
E is for Elderly, Shaws to obtain,
F is for flute, a glass filled with champagne,
G is the key when you count up by four,
And H is for hottie, that’s Andrea Corr!
I is for Irish, the music we chose,
J’s for the joints of our fingers and toes,
K is for Kesh, a most popular jig,
And L’s for the lips that you kiss on a pig.
M’s for the Meg, it’s a conical toy,
N is for Nano, who tootles a Noy,
O is for Overton, chiffy and bright,
And P’s for political, leftist or right.
Q is a key that we never shall hear,
R is for rolls with their timing so queer,
S is for “Shut up and listen, you git!”,
And T is for tonguing, a trickiest bit.
U is for U2, a band with no clue,
V is for venting, it’s easy to do,
W’s for Weasel, a whistle renowned,
And X is the tonehole with finger full down.
Y is for You, and yer doin’ it wrong,
Z is for zany, this Alphabet Song,
Z’s also zampogna, and zebra, and zoo,
Our song is now done, and I’m off to the loo!