Tomorrow is a big day!
A long, long day that I rehearsed all May
My costumes all ironed
But my minds in knots
My nails no longer long as lots
My head is spinning
I hope I'll sleep
Because my knees are far too weak
It makes me really hard to speak
Will they like me?
Or I like them?
Maybe they won't like my trend
Or the way my eyebrows bend?
wow oh wow! how 'bout now?
but really please, I just might bow
This is silly, I'll stop right now