Q.
Day
by day the nightingale
Grew
more sorrowful and pale.
Night
on night her tired song
Zipped
and trilled and bounced along,
Till
the birds and beasts grew tired
At
a voice so uninspired
And
the ticket office gross
Crashed,
and she grew more morose -
For
her ears were now addicted
To
applause quite unrestricted,
And
to sing into the night
All
alone gave no delight.
The
audience was tired of her song because
1.
they had heard it many times
2.
it had become mechanical
3.
she looked tired
4.
she had added trill to her song