From Keith Sowerbutts, Oswald Street, Accrington.

A prominent musician lay on his deathbed
Feared his chance of survival were nil
So confided to his loving daughter
Where his assets would go in his will

You inherit all my worldly wealth" he said
"Allowing for two or three exceptions!
That is my beautiful musical instruments go to worthy people."
(Still showing olds signs of perception)

Fading fast said "my violins go to the Philharmonic Orchestra
"I know they'll be put to good use,
"And my pianos to the Royal Academy of Music,
"There I know they'll receive no abuse."

Also, let's not forget the Royal College of Surgeons
Once again, I will give you permission
To give these skilled people my organs
I know they're in lovely condition.