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An Icelandic Limerick...

Malvernlimrur Í Malvern er magnað að vera, og margt virðist þar hægt að gera, flauta af list, fjörleg' og trist, faglega flestir sig bera. Í Malvern er mátturinn slíkur, að músík um stofurnar fýkur, krakkar um allt, leika svo snjallt, og flauta uns loftinu lýkur... (Malvern is amazing, there are many things to do, flute of art, enlightened and sad, professional performances. In Malvern the power is such, that music about the office sucks kids about everywhere, play so well, the flute until the air ends...)

Concert Performance

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Thank you to all the students for their beautiful performances at the Concert in Christ Church on 3rd August. by Julia Bentley-Dawkes

Limericks

When listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, I felt a sudden urge for pasta bake, My stomach rumbling, My belly bumbling, But then I wanted the fish hake. By Micah Environmentally we're all now astute, To the plight of marine life so cute, Straws have been banned, For they litter the sand, So now I suck wine through my flute. By Becca There once was a flautist named Hayley, She always practised daily, Until she came to harm, By breaking her arm, While dancing at the Suzuki School Ceilidh ! By Immi To this parent the flute is inscrutable, It's rules arcane and immutable, I puff, prod and pound, But I can't make a sound, While the kids find it perfectly tootable. By Becca