Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
It's play time again,
How about you?

Will you get involved
Acting or on stage crew,
Hair or make-up
Or orchestra pit, too?

It's so much fun.
You're sure to have a blast
With Nilius, Fisher, Fincham
Taking care of the cast.

And, oh, what a cast
Is needed this year;
With so many people
There's no need to fear.

Do you want a part
Where you can sing out your heart?
Or maybe you don't sing,
But you would rather swing.

"Swing your partner
'Round and 'round,
Allemande left,"
Is sure to sound.

Don't know how
To treat a gal?
Better come pay
Close attention, pal.

We're gonna need some wood
And some axes, you see,
A saw or two
To cut down a tree.

There are barbershops and liveries
And a general store,
Townfolk and mountain men
That are surely no bore.

And how 'bout those women
Who wait on their man?
Are they maids and cooks
That are chained to a pan?

Or are they genteel
And like to be talked to?
If you treat them just right,
They'll be sure to love you.

Have you ever met a polecat
That has no mate?
They're mighty awful lonesome,
No one to date.

And that's how the brothers
In this here play
Get in big trouble
On a special day.

For they fight and get lonely,
And come up with a plan.
To steal six girls
They quickly ran.

But once back in the cabin
There was no marital bliss,
For the preacher was forgotten
And, thus, there was no kiss.

But to the barn they were banished
Without even a flicker.
Would they ever get married?
About that they would bicker.

But enough of the plot;
By now you can say
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Is this year's play.

-poem by Mrs. Fisher