You say you’re bored. Well, I never meant to cater
to you or your companion there who sighs.
Of course you may go, but I suggest you wait, for
midway through the final act the baron arrives.
Of course, we’ve had trouble mounting the thing.
It’s a bit too long, the players’ wages are dear,
and it’s tough to find a bass who can really sing.
But just so you don’t continue to fear
it’s one of those all-too-real affairs now the rage
in which history and art are too much involved,
come on – have a look! I’ll take you backstage.
You can learn of our problems and how they were solved,
keep company with the players, who swell and fatten
while poised for the expected to happen,
and meet the baron on whom it all has devolved.
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