This fräulein, who hails from Albrecht Durer’s hometown, had a pair of lungs like an ox and a voice like a bat out of hell. She once sang for the German chancellor (no not that one), I hope she hasn’t lost her voice. Do you sing in the shower? If so, why don’t you give the German chancellor a ring...it’s a long way to Tipperary, a long way to go...la la la.
Media: Gouache
