I once disliked the singing voice
until I heard a tenor;
in ev’ry opera he’s my choice,
each aria sung a winner.

Singing voices I once disdained
until I heard a baritone;
with fullness like gold attained,
his arias resonance enthrone.

Can I the singing voice deplore
after hearing a coloratura?
A singing voice that begs encore
with ornate style and bravura.

I once disliked the singing voice
until I heard a soprano;
her pure tone makes one rejoice
both on stage and near a piano.

Singing voices I once disdained
until I heard a bass;
though villain role is preordained,
his arias peal with grace.

Can I the singing voice deplore
after hearing a contralto?
Her intense arias well and soar
between basso and soprano.

They all seem to sing their hearts out
as robins do in Springtime.
Despite talents no one can doubt,
they must practice for a lifetime.