Comments about Blackregret Rose
The first song lit up the night,
Only to discourage stage fright.
As the second burst throught the air,
No one had a care to spare.
The third was sung,
Everyone was hung.
The fourth was danced,
The fight was stanced.
Fifth was sung,
The boys sprung.
The feelig in the crowd was the opposite of delight,
As the last song was sung that night.