Doin’ her stuff real good. And the third act,
She starts to gallop on in her big scene—
And there’s a real tree standin’ on the stage,
Lit up with candles, and hung with all the fixin’s!
She takes three steps—and her eyes start to pop.
She stops dead in her tracks, tries to go on
Sayin’ her words—and gives a couple of gulps,
And busts out cryin’. And she cries, and cries,
Watchin’ the tree. And the audience all laughin’,
And me dried up, with lumps stuck in my throat....