Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
It’s play time again,
So how about you?

Did you guess what it was?
Did you even come near?
Well, we’ve picked a good one,
So have no fear!

Is it West Side Story
Or Grease or Fame
or Fiddler on the roof?
Now that was a name.

I heard that from many,
And although it is great,
Fiddler was certainly
Not his year’s fate.

No, this one has men
Who won’t be dissuaded
Until a sweet beauty
They’ve certainly persuaded.

They want a wife
So wondrous and fair
That they’re ready to slay
Any man, beast, or bear.

But before I go on,
Did you know that we need
Many more people,
So, please, do take heed.

It would be nice to be heard
And even be seen,
So sound and light crews
Would indeed be keen.

And, of course, we need
A stage crew to move things around.
They need to be organized
And have muscles that abound

A make-up crew, too
Is a necessity so great,
To make beards and hair ringlets,
Ahoy, there mate

Oh, I just gave a clue,
I just let one slip,
So we best give some more,
So you won’t do a flip.

You may want to practice
Having a great sense of duty
As you’re out on the high seas looking for booty.

So, don you eye patches,
Let the black flag fly,
Get your saver and sashes,
Let no ship pass you by.

Keep your eyes widely open
For maidens so ditzy,
Wearing garments of old,
That were really quite glitzy.

Watch out for policemen
Who go after a pirate.
They act very bold,
But are not ready to die yet.

A bevy of girls,
Pirates and policemen, too.
You must try out,
Oh, please do, please do.

Our high seas adventure
With swashbuckling pants,
This year’s musical:
The Pirates of Penzance.

-poem by Mrs. Fisher