Below the shining ceiling spanned above

Inside the tiny loges spread around

A young girl with her mother sitting down

Is waiting the beginning of the play.

 

She’s wearing a new dress she bought last week

With fancy haircut that she likes so much

And rising from her seat with prying eyes

She wants to see it all, to hear it all.

 

Two ladies speaking loudly behind her,

A sitting couple holding their hands,

A group of standing men in front of her

Are making a low murmur to expand.

 

The chatting stops and all are sitting down,

The lights are dimming everywhere around

And leaning back in her soft cozy chair

The girl can now relax, the play is on.