The last castrato. (eerie aria)

Spayed at seven (well before the drop),
I Lothar Bampi am sopranoed for all time,
and amidst my neuteriety and fame as the last castrato,
beyond the reaches of my vox-eunique that people crane to hear,
I am biologically dogged by impossible fruits, the off-spring of my alto-ego,
this is my dream, my dry dream,
that place where I have fathered fifty children, fifty of ‘em,
all big, bastard baritone boys a-brim full of seed and oat,
go forth and create fifty glints!
fallope, charge down the egg!
Let the world know that Lothar
Bampi is whole!