Ill Wind Flanders & Swann

I once had a whim and I had to obey it

To buy a French Horn in a second-hand shop;

I polished it up and I started to play it

In spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop

To sound my Horn, I had to develop my embouchure;

I found my Horn was a bit of a devil to play

So artfully wound

To give you a sound

A beautiful sound so rich and round

Oh, the hours I had to spend

Before I mastered it in the end

But that was yesterday and just today I looked in the usual place-

There was the case but the Horn itself was missing