Dear Dr. Z

Singing Sooners rehearsal was a disaster today
About it I have nothing good to say
You left us alone with the graduate guy
Who cannot be faulted for not giving it a try
But his past experience is probably slim
And what we did today was not the job for him
He flung us at sightreading which was very sad
We can't sightread squat and today was particularly bad
Mendelssohn would have been horrified
And if he wasn't already dead, of a heart attack he'd of died
We mumbled through choruses without a clue
And nothing but murder to my ears did ensue
I fell like we didn't accomplish a thing
And that's sad when the funnest thing in the world is to sing.