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No. 4 - Solos - Fanny, Miss Prisms and Girls
| Sopranos: | We seniors are, and always bar The juniors from all social intercourse, We'll condescend to slightly bend To folks who have an intellectual force; We realize we are most wise, Against the universe we stand to win; We have a touch of early Dutch, With English, Irish, Scotch and French mixed in. Therefore you see mentality, Developed to a high degree. |
| All: | Oh, happy days of maiden dreaming With sunlight streaming through halls of splendor! Our hearts with joyfulness are teeming, For in the seeming all is tender, And all is love. |
| Contraltos: | We maids are thought to rank as nought If what the seniors say is gospel truth. At present we on this agree, We have the disadvantages of youth; We'll live that down; A senior's crown will be our prize within a year or two. Though now we fret, we'll not forget When we get there to do as seniors do. We trust you see mentality, Developed to a high degree. |
| All: | Oh, happy days of maiden dreaming With sunlight streaming through halls of splendor! Our hearts with joyfulness are teeming, For in the seeming all is tender, And all is love. |
| Miss Prisms: | Young ladies, on this most auspicious day, |
| Girls: | Yes, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | I trust my daily teaching you'll obey; |
| Girls: | Yes, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | Don't giggle when the deacon tries to speak, |
| Girls: | No, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | Or say the parson's daughter is a freak; |
| Girls: | No, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | And you must never wink, or twirl your thumb, |
| Girls: | No, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | Or fill your mouth with nasty chewing gum, |
| Girls: | No, madam! |
| Miss Prisms: | And do not poke each other
in the ribs, Or when you talk of me, don't say "her ancient nibs," Because I'm very sure to find you out. |
| Fanny: | The bobolink is chirping forth
his chee, chee, chee, chee, Loud is his voice. |
| Girls: | Loud is his voice. |
| Fanny: | His mate is sending tokens sweet
of chee, chee, chee, chee, He is her choice. |
| Girls: | He is her choice. |
| Fanny: | All nature is a-bloom today, 'tis spring, Respite from work the coming days will bring, And then with song we'll make the woodland ring, All nature is a-bloom today, 'tis spring, All nature is a-bloom, 'Tis spring, 'tis spring, 'tis spring, Oh, happy days of maiden dreaming With sunlight streaming through halls of splendor! Our hearts with joyfulness are teeming, For in the seeming all is tender, And all is love. |
| Girls: | Oh, happy days of maiden dreaming With sunlight streaming through halls of splendor! Our hearts with joyfulness are teeming, For in the seeming all is tender, And all is love. |
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American Musical Theatre | Chris and the Wonderful Lamp
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