At the Forest Theatre once again,
In thunder, lightning, AND in rain,
We play for all, both far and near,
A sound that pleases all who hear,
Which falls, delighting every ear.
This is The Sound of Music.

What's seen and heard by those who come,
Is not more than the simple sum
Of countless hours of work each day,
Which lead us sleeplessly to say,
"I have no life, my life's this play!"
This is The Sound of Music.

But when performed, the crowds can't see
Our ever-present lethargy.
Though we've spent many a late night
Rehearsing, we must be quite bright!
And if we aren't . . . we're actors, right?
This is The Sound of Music.

But this show's not entirely actors,
There are, indeed, many more factors.
All of noticed the delay
Of sets, hair, costumes, blocking-say,
Isn't tomorrow opening day?
This is The Sound of Music.

There was no doubt our play had formed,
When on and off set pieces swarmed!
Windows, columns, gazebos . . . stuff.
To handle it, one must be buff!
Yet, I think we had quite enough.
This is The Sound of Music.

Speaking of sets, and not just Cupid,
We found many set-pieces *wonderful*.
The columns left poor Jaime lame,
Our gravestones swayed when a wind came,
And our rood screen lived up to its name.
This is The Sound of Music.

Our tale of hair is sad to tell,
Of curls, hot-rollers, and . . . THE GEL!
Maria's not the only one
With curlers in her wimple, hon.
This could be said of every nun!
This is The Sound of Music.

Maria once said, "I can sew
"All of my own clothing, you know."
But (sorry Susie), I confess,
"Maria" worked on but one dress!
Who knows how many made the rest?
This is The Sound of Music.

What brought a twinkle to my eye?
Being backstage, where costumes fly!
Off, then on man, woman, child,
Habits, suits, shoes, sky-high they piled!
All this, yet no complaints were filed!
This is The Sound of Music.

Some in our cast commenced hair-tearing
When they saw what they would be wearing.
This didn't burst ONE woman's bubble,
So, if it wouldn't be much trouble,
Sell'em to Susie! She'll pay double!
This is The Sound of Music.

Now, through the play we'll wind our way!
What better start than opening day?
Though we sweated, fretted, whined, cursed,
Those black clouds magically dispersed
And we performed what we rehearsed.
This is The Sound of Music.

NOW starts our lovely escapade
Through all the precious parts we played!
We open in a nunnery,
Where with perfect pitch, blend, tone, and key,
Nun's sing, "Rex Admirablili-"
Thi- I- the -ound of Mu-ic

When Margaretta, Berthe, and Sofia
Met Mother Abbess about Maria
The FIRST time, they heaved nervous sighs,
But not ONCE did they terrorize
The audience, they harmonize!
This is The Sound of Music.

If one song gave onlookers glee,
I'd set my bet on Do-Re-Mi.
Those charming children in a row,
Singing, "Do Mi Mi Mi So So!"
You just wanted to hug them, no?
This is The Sound of Music.

Before the next scene, there's a pause:
The set ALONE garners applause!
It's quite logical to me, how
The scene-change crew deserved a bow.
But all just to prepare for, "YEOW!"?
This is The Sound of Music.

Though the next scene charmed everyone,
The last bit wasn't quiet as fun:
For some were shocked by all those kisses!
Especially moms and bros and sisses.
And ONE is soon to be a "Mrs.!"
This is The Sound of Music.

Next, Von Trappletts sing offstage and such,
This entrance shouldn't be so much . . .
Except they must change so quickly!
They were once in some minor key.
Yet, at long last, they sang beautifully.
This is The Sound of Music.

On the stage's dirt, ballroom floor,
Were seen a Ländler, waltz, and more!
It must be incredible chance,
That those who stage this sweet romance
Are actors so greatly skilled in dance!
This is The Sound of Music.

The next couple of scenes, I know,
Were like few others in the show.
In that, through each show in the run,
They had few flaws, were quite well done.
So, writing 'bout them is . . . just no fun!
This is The Sound of Music.

Before Maria's matrimony
Once day, we saw some big baloney.
When Susie said, "It's in the case,"
It wasn't! 'Twas some other place!
But we pushed through with *ahem* ample grace.
This is The Sound of Music.

The wedding, oh, it brings a tear.
Or could it be that now comes near
That putrid, odious incense?
Which did of many nuns dispense,
Driving the rest to violence?
This is The Sound of Music.

At Kaltzberg, ladies and gentlemen,
I give you "TEA WITH JAM AND BREAD!" . . . again.
Then, on came Nazis . . . with respect
You'd think we'd have the desired effect!
But no! They laugh! Our entrance . . . wrecked.
This is The Sound of Music.

After the brave, heroic deed
Of Rolf, the Von Trapp family's freed.
They exit, looking to a star,
We all hope they will go quite far,
That is, unless they miss their car.
This is The Sound of Music.

So, in the summer, there's one thing
We'll all miss most of all from spring.
The call "goodbye," the dear old "doe,"
We are all in this exquisite show,
And we'll all be sad, to see it go.
This is The Sound of Music.

Listen again to the Sound of Music