The Girl Choir of South Florida Do you love to sing? Open Audition for All Girls Ages 7-11 Saturday, June 4, 2011 10:00 am to 1:00 pm ArtServe, 1350 E Sunrise Blvd, Fort Lauderdale, Florida The audition process will take approximately 30 minutes. No preparation or prior musical experience is necessary. Support Our Scholarship Fund We want to give every girl who loves to sing the opportunity to receive a high-quality choral music education and to be a part of an outstanding performing ensemble. You can give the gift of music today by making a contribution to our Scholarship Fund. Your support makes it possible for girls with a financial hardship to become and remain members of the Girl Choir. To give the gift of music, please see the Sponsorship form on the last page of our Playbill. Thank you for your support! We want you to be a fan of our Facebook page! There you ll find: Search on Facebook for The Girl Choir of South Florida, or go online to girlchoir.org and click on the Facebook button. And don t forget to click the The Girl Choir of South Florida 1350 E Sunrise Blvd, Suite 117 Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33304 954-553-2809 / info@girlchoir.org Visit us online at girlchoir.org Event photos Performance videos News from our staff, volunteers, and singers A community of friends who share your enthusiasm for the Girl Choir! button! Our Mission The Girl Choir of South Florida presents the compelling sound of young women s voices in outstanding performances through a quality music education program. May 13, 2011, 8:00 pm Broward Center for the Performing Arts Wallis Peterson Artistic Director Gretchen Fasulo Associate Director Susan Dodd Accompanist Gayle Giese Accompanist
No Friend Like Music There is no friend like music when my heart is hurting and the world around is in ruins. There is no friend like music when the soul is grieving and it seems like there is no relief. There is no friend like music When your mind is flooded with confusion And your life is going in a million different directions. Indeed, there is no friend like music. Christina Hernandez The Girl Choir of South Florida sense and nonsense Nonsense has been around for a long time. Its style and tone have changed over the centuries, however. The path of development of nonsense is interesting to trace. What marks something off as being nonsense? When does nonsense spill over into sense, or vice versa? Where are the borderlines between nonsense and poetry? I see some parallels between musical composition and nonsensical invention. Both are abstract, both create a mood, both rely largely on style to convey content. Music, then, is a kind of nonsense that nobody really understands it captivates every human being, but we still know amazingly little about its wonders. Douglas Hofstadter Stuff and Nonsense December, 1982 Artistic Staff and Instrumentalists Special Thanks To Administrative Staff Board of Trustees The Girl Choir of South Florida Wallis Peterson Artistic Director Gretchen Fasulo Associate Director Susan Dodd Accompanist Gayle Giese Accompanist Wendy Boucher Cover Artwork and Set Design Kaitlyn O Neill Program Artwork Lucia Deus Choreographer Mindy Lofgren Guitar Paul Morton Bass Rob Loman Trumpet CopyRIGHT Centers of America Fort Lauderdale Printing Services Karen Workman Photography Davie United Methodist Church The Blake School ArtServe Broward Center for the Performing Arts Facilities Our Donors, Sponsors, and Advertisers Our Choir Parents and Volunteers Your generous support turns possibility into reality Wendy Boucher Executive Director Eric Peterson Marketing and IT Director Tate Garrett Board Chair Eric Peterson Secretary Diane Diamantis Public Relations Specialist Ellen O Neill Development Specialist Marc Kopelman Treasurer Andrew Rudzinski Trustee Poems by Emily Dickinson used by arrangement with the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press, Copyright 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983, by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. All rights reserved. Funding for this organization is provided in part by the Broward County Board of County Commissioners as recommended by the Broward Cultural Council.
The trouble is, you cannot grow just one zucchini. Minutes after you plant a single seed, hundreds of zucchini will barge out of the ground and sprawl around the garden, menacing the other vegetables. At night, you will be able to hear the ground quake as more and more zucchinis erupt. Dave Barry read by Bryndahlyn Silverstrom Combined Choirs Oh! The Places You ll Go! Zucchini No. 3 from Tuffer and the Gruffs Daniel Gawthrop (b. 1949) Sponsored by Theresa Fortnash Turnips, green beans, brussels sprouts, red cabbage, And zucchini Lima beans, asparagus, kohlrabi, And zucchini Onions, corn, and radishes, and broccoli, and cucumbers, and spinach, pumpkins, rutabaga, snow peas, snap peas, cauliflower, okra, And zucchini Three kinds of lettuce, five different squashes, mustard greens, garden peas, wax beans and melons, And zucchini He weeded and watered and talked to his garden, and all of it grew in tomato abundance. Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the gal Who'll decide where to go. So be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, You're off the Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! Dr. Seuss read by Sadie Kopelman A-Tisket, A-Tasket Ella Fitzgerald (1917-1996) and Van Alexander (b. 1915) arr. Kirby Shaw (b. 1942) Sponsored by Ellen O Neill and Wendy Boucher Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from Mary Poppins Richard M. Sherman (b. 1928) Robert B. Sherman (b. 1925) arr. Cristi Cary Miller Concert Choir A-tisket, a-tasket A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommie And on the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie, picked it up And put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down The avenue, Without a single thing to do She was peck-peck-peckin All around When she spied it on the ground She took it, she took it My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I shall die Combined Choirs Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You ll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Oh gee, I wonder Where my basket can be. Oh dear, I wish that little girl I could see. Why was I so careless, With that basket of mine? That itty-bitty basket Was a joy of mine. A-tisket, a-tasket I lost my yellow basket. Won't someone help me Find my basket And make me happy again? (Was it red?) no, no, no, no, (Was it green?) no, no, no, no, (Was it blue?) no, no, no, no, Just a little yellow basket Because I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad Me father gave me nose a tweak And told me I was bad But then one day I learned a word That saved me achin nose The biggest word you ever heard And this is ow it goes oh! Solla Sollew from Seussical Stephen Flaherty (b. 1960) text Lynn Ahrens (b. 1948) arr. Andy Beck Sponsored by Gretchen Fasulo and Wallis Peterson Ich jauchze, ich lache mit Schall Duet from Cantata 15 Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) arr. Doreen Rao There s a far-away land, So the stories all tell, Somewhere beyond the horizon. If we can find it, Then all will be well. Troubles there are few. Someday we ll go to Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew. They say breezes are warm there And people are kind. Maybe it s something like Heaven. I close my eyes And I see in my mind: Skies of bluest blue And I m sure it s true. Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew. Concert Choir Ich jauchze, ich lache mit Schall Ihr klaget mit Seufzen, Ihr weinet ob einerei Fall Euch kränket die plötzlich zerstörete Macht So künftig Tod Teufel und Sünde verlacht I ve had so much trouble Finding my way there. When I get close, it disappears. If I can get there, I m gonna stay there If it takes me miles, If it takes me years. High on a mountain Or lost on the sea, Sooner or later I ll find it. I have a picture Of how it will be. On the day I do, Troubles will be through And I ll be home with you. Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew. I ll be home with you. I m laughing and shouting for joy Away now with sorrow and crying For evil is gone The power of evil is vanished away Forever rejoicing with thanks we pray. Sponsored by Dirt Cheap Products 12 1
She Shall Have Music from The Nursery Rhyme Cantata Nick Page (b. 1952) Nigra Sum Pablo Casals (1876-1973) text Song of Songs 1:5 She shall have music She will have music She ll always have music She shall have music Christina Hernandez Ride a cockhorse To Banbury cross To see a fine lady Upon a white horse Nigra sum, Nigra sum, sed formósa, Filiae Jerusalem: Ídeo diléxit me Rex, Et introdúxit me in cubículum suum. Et dixit mihi: Surge et veni amíca mea, Jam hiems tránsiit Imber ábiit et recéssit. Flores appáru erunt in terrat nostra, Tempus putatiónis advenit. Alleluia. With rings on her fingers And bells on her toes She shall have music Wherever she goes I am black, I am black but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem: The King hath rejoiced in me, The King hath brought me Into his very own chambers. He spake unto me: Rise up and come my fair one, For the winter is past and gone And the rain is over and gone. Flowers appear on our Earth, And the time of renewal is come. Alleluia. The Cynic I say it to comfort me over and over, Having a querulous heart to beguile, Never had woman a tenderer lover For a little while. Oh, there never were eyes more eager to read her In her saddest mood or her moments gay. Oh, there never were hands more strong to lead her For a little way. There never were loftier promises given Of love that should guard her the ages through. As great, enduring and steadfast as Heaven For a week or two. Well, end as it does, I have had it, known it. For this shall I turn me to weep or pray? Nay, rather I laugh that I thought to own it For more than a day. Love Came Back at the Fall o Dew Love came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two That would break his heart. "He who comes at candlelight, That should come before, Must betake him to the night From a barred door." Theodosia Garrison read by Sadie Klein This the word that made us part In the fall o' dew; This the word that brake his heart -- Yet it brake mine, too. Lizette Woodworth Reese read by Sadie Klein Where will I stand in this world Will I be sane to teach Is it practical to live on the beach Can I collect all my wishes in a jar Will I be able to travel far Where will I stand in this world Will I be a celebrity Will I be a mother of three Will I be the trophy wife Oh how will I live my life Where will I stand in this world I can have fame I can have love and a family Or I can have everything Oh where will I stand in this world There are too many people Telling me different lives of me But it is all up to me Oh what do I wish to be Caitlin Payne You Say There Is No Love from The Winged Joy: A Love Story by Women Poets Kirke Mechem (b. 1925) text Grace Fallow Norton (1876-?) Hope is the thing with feathers Emma Lou Diemer (b. 1927) text Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Sponsored by The Lofgren Family in memory of Marianne Lofgren You say there is no love, my love, Unless it lasts for aye! Oh, folly, there are interludes Better than the play. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune-without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. You say lest it endure, sweet love, It is not love for aye? Oh blind! Eternity can be All in one little day. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. If I can stop one heart from breaking from Today, This Spring Libby Larsen (b. 1950) text Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain, I shall not live in vain. A Capella Overtures Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827) Gioacchino Rossini (1792-1868) Johann Strauss (1825-1899) Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) arr. Andy Beck Sponsored by Mary Manteiga Fidelio by Ludwig van Beethoven The Barber of Seville by Gioacchino Rossini Die Fledermaus by Johann Strauss The Magic Flute by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart The Marriage of Figaro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart William Tell by Gioacchino Rossini 2 11
La Lluvia (The Rain) Stephen Hatfield (b. 1956) Naija Murphy, solo Malolo (Lullaby on a Samoan Text) Annea Lockwood (b. 1939) Sylvia Aycock, Naija Murphy, Jessica Loman, Brooke D Avignon, Paige Giese, Sadie Klein, soli La petite fille sage (The Good Little Girl) from Petites voix (Songs for Children) Francis Poulenc (1899-1963) text Madeleine Ley (1901-1981) A Nonsense Song from Rosemary Randall Thompson (1899-1984) text Stephen Vincent Benét (1898-1943) Sponsored by Northstar Financial Services, Inc. Chamber Singers Rain Drop, drop I hear it loud and clear, but I try to ignore it. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter It screams as the sound intensifies, but I refuse to listen Shhh, shhh Even I can t tune out this torrential downpour. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter It goes as it begins to diminish. Drop, drop The rain settles, and so do I. Christina Hernandez La Lluvia is a folk melody from Ecuador traditionally played on the siku the double row of panpipes that have been used in the high Andes for over a thousand years. In many cultures, lull words, used for soothing and calming children, are made from repeating sounds. The soft, repetitive syllables of Samoan seem made for lullabies. La petite fille sage est rentrée de l école avec son panier. Elle a mis sur la table les assiettes et les verres lourds et puis ell s est lavée à la pompe de la cour sans mouiller son tablier. Et si le petit frère dort dans son petit lit cage, ell va s asseoir sur la pierre usée pour voir l étoile du soir. lelei good suamalie sweet pele beloved manulele bird malolo rest Rosemary, Rosemary, let down your hair! The cow's in the hammock, the crow's in the chair! I was making you songs out of sawdust and silk, But they came in to call and they spilt them like milk. The cat's in coffee, wind's in the east, He screams like a peacock and whines like a priest. And the saw of his voice makes my blood turn to mice. So let down your hair and shut off his advice! Pluck out the hairpins and let the waves stream, Brown-gold waters that dance through a dream Gentle-curl'd as a cloudling, sweet fragrant as bay, Till it takes all the fierceness of living away... Oh, when you are with me, my heart is white steel. But the bat's in the belfry, the mold's in the meal. And I think I heard skeletons climbing the stair! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Rosemary, Rosemary, let down your bright hair! The good little girl comes home from school with her basket. She puts on the table the plates and the heavy glasses, and then she washes her hands at the pump in the yard without getting her apron wet. And if her little brother is sleeping in his cradle, she sits on her doorstep to watch the evening star. The Lobster Quadrille from Three Choral Settings from Alice in Wonderland Irving Fine (1914-1962) text Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) Tango to Evora Loreena McKennitt (b. 1957) arr. Jon Washburn Olivia Goehrig, Christina Hernandez, Rebecca Roberts, soli Jabberwocky Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the maxnome foe he sought So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! Will you walk a little faster? said a whiting to a snail, There s a porpoise close behind us, and he s treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle Will you come and join the dance? Will you, won t you, will you, won t you, will you join the dance? You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied, Too far, too far! and gave a look askance Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. One, two! One, two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. And hast though slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Lewis Carroll read by Sylvia Aycock What matters it how far we go? his scaly friend replied. There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Will you, won t you, will you, won t you, will you join the dance? Tango to Evora was originally an instrumental piece by Canadian Celtic musician Loreena McKennitt from her album The Visit. Evora is an historical city in Portugal. 10 3
If You Can Walk You Can Dance (If You Can Talk You Can Sing) Zimbabwean proverb arr. Elizabeth Alexander A Girl s Garden from Frostiana: Seven Country Songs Randall Thompson (1899-1984) text from You Come Too by Robert Frost (1874-1963) If You Can Walk You Can Dance was commissioned by the Farmington High School Friends of Music in honor of Teacher of the Year Scott Campbell of Farmington, Connecticut. Perceptive listeners might glean in the piano s introduction and conclusion a few quotes from one of his favorite songs, How Can I Keep from Singing? Apprentice Choir and Concert Choir When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five tall, And plode: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit. Robert Frost A neighbor of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the farm, She did a childlike thing One day she asked her father To give her a garden plot, To plant and tend and reap herself, And he said, Why not? In casting about for a corner He thought of an idle bit Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood, And he said, Just it. And he said, That ought to make you An ideal one-girl farm, And give you a chance to put some strength On your slim-jim arm. It was not enough of a garden, Her father said, to plow; So she had to work it all by hand, But she don t mind now. She wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow Along a stretch of road; But she always ran away and left Her not-nice load. And hid from anyone passing, And then she begged the seed, She says she think she planted one Of all things but weed. A hill each of potatoes, Radishes, lettuce, peas, Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn And even fruit trees. And yes, she has long mistrusted That a cider apple tree In bearing there today is hers, Or at least may be. Her crop was a miscellany When all was said and done, A little bit of everything, A great deal of none. Now when she sees in the village How village things go, Just when it seems to come in right, She says, I know! It s as when I was a farmer Oh, never by way of advice! And she never sins by telling the tale To the same person twice. Nsa Ni O Akan playground song arr. Felicia A. B. Sandler (b. 1961) Fascinating Rhythm from Lady Be Good George Gershwin (1898-1937) and Ira Gershwin (1896-1983) arr. Mac Huff (b. 1955) Sponsored by The Taft Family Kingdom of Odd Misty mornings, Dark circles of light creep around me, This is the dull, humdrum existence, Purpose is minimum, And strength stripped bear. Get up, Routine, Walk out into the world, Surprise!! Great lights set the mood, Fun in the plentiful scattered all around. Purple trees and pink skies. Unicorns that talk, Fish that can walk, Humans prancing around, Like Adam and Eve, In sweet isolation, Living in wonderland. Walk through the bright colorful forest, Lollipop rings and sugar plum headbands, Nsa ni o minnya korao. Maye ak wadaa konom nsa nsa bokume. Fascinating rhythm Got a little rhythm A rhythm that pit-a-pats in my brain So darn persistent The day isn t distant When it will drive me insane Comes in the morning Without any warning And hangs around all day I ll have to sneak up to it Some day and speak up to it I hope it listens when I say Fascinating rhythm You ve got me on the go! Fascinating rhythm I m all a-quiver What a mess you re making! The neighbors want to know Why I m always shaking Just like a flivver Lay down in a pool of red water, Floating ever so peacefully, While glaciers glisten next to you, And the sun shines on your face, Wind blowing through your hair, Rose, red, big, blooms underneath the water. Stand up and begin defying gravity. Flying around with a dog, Dancing on the clouds. Grinning with a grin that can stretch no more, Savoring every flavor, every moment, Close your eyes in amazement. Wake up, Find yourself on your bed, Grey sheets, doleful feeling, Seeing your tiny fist clenched very hard. Unclutch to see a petite, blue, blooming, rose. Smile. Isabella Alvarez Here is some drink, I do not have a calabash. I have turned into a drunk. I will die of too much drinking. Each morning I get up with the sun Start a hopping, never stopping, To find at night No work has been done I know that once it didn t matter But now you re doing it wrong When you start to patter I m so unhappy Won t you take the day off? Decide to run along somewhere Far away off And make it snappy Oh how I long to be the girl I used to be Fascinating rhythm, Oh won t you stop picking on me! 4 9
The Cow Randall Johnson (b. 1959) text Ogden Nash (1902-1971) Helen Budowsky, solo Sponsored by The Budowsky Family Cows in the Meadow Cows in the meadow are always mooing Between their teeth, they are always chewing Little blades of grass Are always being gnashed In the morning when the sky s just bluing. Sophie Garrett The cow is of the bovine ilk. One end is moo, the other milk. Old Abram Brown Benjamin Britten (1913-1976) text from Tom Tiddler s Ground by Walter de la Mare (1873-1956) Primes Choir and Apprentice Choir Old Abram Brown is dead and gone You ll never see him more; He used to wear a long brown coat, That buttoned down before. Old Mother Goose When she wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander. Jack s mother came in, And caught the goose soon, And mounting its back Flew up to the moon. Anonymous read by Laura Blank The Land of Nod Stephen Paulus (b. 1959) text from A Child s Garden of Verses and Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) My Dreamland Get your head out of the clouds! I won t believe in that sentence because I believe in a faraway land Just beyond the rosy sunset You ll find a peaceful place It s where my drawings come to life It s where people only laugh and play You ll find everything that your heart desires You ll find that sadness doesn t enter here There s no troubles or worries here There s too many games to be played and songs to sing It may not be real, but I can always dream Brianna Chavez From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But ev ry night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do All alone beside the streams And up the mountainsides of dreams. The strangest things are these for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many fright ning sights abroad, Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. Nursery Rhyme Nonsense Marilyn Broughton The Singers from Three Children s Songs Ralph Vaughan-Williams (1872-1958) text Frances M. Farrer The cat and the fiddle sat together to watch the cow jump over the moon. They were probably hoping it could be over soon, as the dog laughed to see such sport. Caroline Griffiths Hey diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the Three blind mice. See how they run. See how they run. They all ran after Jack and Jill who went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down, And Miss Muffet sat down, Eating her curds and whey. She stuck in her thumb And pulled out a plum, and said: Primes Choir Tom will be a carpenter, John will go to sea, Elizabeth will learn to cook, But what shall we be? Sue will be a dressmaker, Sam will drive a bus, Harriet will keep a shop But what of all us? Elizabeth, Tom, Harriet, John and Sam and Sue, Though you have a trade in store, Oh won t you sing, too? Wasn t that a dainty dish To set before old King Cole He s a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his Little Boy Blue. Come blow your horn. The sheeps in the meadow, And pussy s in the well. Who put her in? Little Polly Flinders. As she sat among the cinders, The clock struck one. The mouse ran down. Hickory, dickory, dock. Oh we will sing high And we will sing low, And nothing on Earth Shall prevent us, A fig for your industry, Off you may go, Tis singing alone shall content us 8 5
The Wapiti and The Firefly from Animal Verses of Ogden Nash Marion Verhaalen (b. 1930) text Ogden Nash (1902-1971) Ma Bella Bimba Italian folk song arr. Donald Moore Sponsored by Esther Cusnir and Lillian Milgrim I shall not live in vain Andrea Ramsey (b. 1977) text Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Duct Tape (Materia Potens et Adhaesiva) Mark Burrows (b. 1971) Giulia Toback and Kyra Tito, speakers The Wapiti There goes the Wapiti Hippety-hoppety! Ma come balli, bella bimba Bella bimba, bella bimba, Ma come balli, bella bimba Bella bimba, balli ben! Guarda che passa La villa nella Agile e snella Sa ben ballar! If I can keep one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again I shall not live in vain. The Firefly The firefly's flame is something For which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around With an unidentified glow On a person's posteerier. How beautiful, the ballerina Ballerina, ballerina So beautiful, the ballerina The ballerina of the dance! Down through the village, She passes by you Gracefully dancing, Spinning around! Many years ago in a darker time, people lived in chaos. All around them, things seemed to fall apart clothes ripped, vessels leaked, appliances fell into disrepair. But one day, something amazing was created that changed the world. Was it a strong sword? No! A powerful wand? Don t be ridiculous! A magic ring? Well sort of That amazing thing was the first ever roll of DUCT TAPE! It was forged from some rubber adhesive With fabric backing so it would be tough And it granted whoever possessed it The power to fix lots of household stuff It has magic more potent than Merlin s It s stronger than the thunderbolt of Zeus There s no foe in the world it can t conquer So keep it near, it always comes in use Laughing Song Cynthia Gray text from Songs of Innocence by William Blake (1757-1827) Apprentice Choir Have You Ever Laughed Before? Have you ever laughed and laughed before? Laughed until your stomach hurt? Laughed until your cheeks were red? Have you ever laughed til your tears ran down your face? Have you ever laughed when nothing was funny, And people glared at you? Have you ever laughed at a bad joke? Have you ever laughed in a strange way? Like: He haw, he haw? Or maybe even: Mwaaah Ha Ha? Have you ever laughed in your life? I ve laughed! Have you? Jana LeBert When the green woods laugh With the voice of joy And the dimpling stream Runs laughing by When the air does laugh With our merry, merry wit And the green hill laughs With the noise of it Come live and be merry And join with me To sing the sweet chorus Of Ha ha he! When the meadows laugh With lively green And the grasshopper laughs At the merry scene Bee/Be When Mary and Susan And Emily With the sweet round mouths Sing Ha ha he! Come live and be merry And join with me To sing the sweet chorus Of Ha ha he! When the painted birds Laugh in the shade Where our table with cherries And nuts is spread Come live and be merry And join with me To sing the sweet chorus Of Ha ha he! Duct tape! Duct tape! Ahh! It can keep in the fluff of an old easy chair It can fashion a tux, you ll look so debonair If you drum in a band, it can mend busted sticks There s nothing that duct tape can t fix Oh, Busy Bumblebee How busy can you be? Wait, how can that be, You re not a bee! Lilly Rogers It can hold down the hair on your uncle s toupee If you ve got a hot date, it can make a bouquet It can patch up the hole in a leaky canoe There s nothing that duct tape can t do Bee! I m Expecting You! Emma Lou Diemer (b. 1927) text Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Bee! I m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To somebody you know That you were due - You ll get my Letter by The seventeenth; Reply Or better, be with me - Yours, Fly. Materia potens et adhaesiva (Latin translation: Duct tape ) Duct tape! Duct tape! Ahh! Intermission Sponsored by The Braccialarghe Family The Frogs got Home last Week - Are settled, and at work - Birds, mostly back - The Clover warm and thick - 6 7