Every guy has that memory when his voice let him down. It’s when the high voice comes out when the deep was needed.

We all tease and smile,
Hebetic voice amuses,
Soprano to base.

“A rite of passage,
Accompanied by whiskers,
Today you’re a man.”

Such growing trauma,
Best if the two concurrent,
Waiting for whiskers.

“Vienna Boys Choir,
Eleven years pass them by.
Basso Profunda.”