You played those notes a year ago.
But nobody ever seems to mind.
You're so sweet.
Upon request from her dad,
She takes a seat, Center Stage
And starts to play
And when she's done we take our roles,
As assigned, A few kids whined,
But everyone behaved.
Take the bench Little Girl,
And sing your little heart out.
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling.
This year yields Something new.
A reason for the downcast eyes.
The buttoned Lip
The Irony that rings so true.
Is in the corner holding hands.
That played the keys
That bored the kids and the adults alike.
But made the teenagers laugh
at pure precociousness.
Take the bench Little Girl,
And sing your little heart out.
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling.
And we'll Be appealing.
Upon request from her mom,
she takes a seat centre stage
and starts to cry.