(To be sung to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy):

My poor butt is sore
I cannot sit anymore
And I’m tired.
I should really go
(but you cannot leave)

Yes, I know but still
I think of home and I dream
of my bed
I’m tired of this show!
(please don’t make me heave!)

Okay, I will stay
and I will play one more day
(for more pay)
Aren’t you proud of me?
(I can’t really say)

Still I’m weary
This is dreary
I feel bleary
Let’s all flee!

12/20/07