Apocryphal stories for Bruno’s birthday

By Philip Yampolsky

I sing of the scholar named Bruno
who once paid a visit to Juneau
to see a grand opera by Gounod
(or was it Forza del Destuno?).

He also once went to Altoono
to play summer-stock Brigadoono.
At a cast party one afternoono
he warbled Bei Mir Bist Du Schoono
and then sang a long son montuno.

(Well, how many rhymes for Bruno do you know?)

In a different verse-form I sing Nettl,
He was headed for Mexico
But stopped off in Czechsico,
So scholars could give him a medal.

After that he felt in fine fettle.
In Mexico City
He said “what a pity
To not climb Popócatepétl.”

And now I’ll just say Happy Birthday,
because all this rhyme makes me thirthty.