The curtains rise Mumbles turn to silence And the tragedy begins
Line after line delivered Onlookers echo tears and giggles Then scene change
A flurry from behind The house becomes a valley And noon dims to night
With a tug of a rope The move of a light from the sides they work
Actors must follow their cues The musicians keep to the notes Yet, without us, they would falter So behind the painted scenery We hide out of sight And work the flies
