The rain, in accapella, sang
And tap danced on the leaves;
Whilst thunderous tenor voice rang low
And waltzed through dampen trees
Wind chimed harmoneticly
And swayed through meadow grass;
Whilst lightenning lite night's open stage
In varied hues of brass
Danced, they danced! Sang, th...ey sang!
Till final curtian's end;
And standing in ovation clapping,
their audience of one***