Make Haste, Make Stage
There was the lad — wistfully,
There was the lady in the veil;
Alas, did she wear it then willfully,
O, did she not will otherwise?
Them people - not restful, nor quiet,
Why, the scene could pass for a riot,
The lad being wistfully,
The lady being ladily,
What reason is there — reasonably,
To decorate this ness tirelessly,
Them players shall make stage hastily?
The evening shall dress them all merrily,
Look ye, Look all
The shining brass blows most worthily,
Rousing them people — most frenziedly,
They danced — the lad, the lass, them all,
Even the lady who never has such a ball,
Look ye, Look all,
All that jazz is all.