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I. Introduction and Royal March of the Lions
Lion King: Antonio Diaz Tiger Queen: Cameron Hood Lion Prince: George Chini |
The lion is the king of beasts
And husband of the lioness. Gazelles and things on which he feasts Address him as Your Highoness. There are those who admire that roar of his In the African jungles and veldts, But I think, wherever a lion is, I’d rather be somewhere else |
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II. The Elephant
Elephants: Hannah Cook, Phoebe Hood, Hannah Horvath, Sophia Wineberg |
Elephants are useful friends,
Equipped with handles at both ends. They have a wrinkled moth-proof hide; Their teeth are upside down, outside. If you think the elephant preposterous, You’ve probably never seen a rhinosterous. |
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III. Aviary
Birds: Madeleine Burroughs, Eos Elizondo, Andrea Kienlen, Abby Reyes, Mateo Salinas |
Puccini was Latin, and Wagner Teutonic,
And birds are incurably philharmonic. Suburban yards and rural vistas Are filled with avian Andrews Sisters. The skylark sings a roundelay, The crow sings “The Road to Mandalay.” The nightingale sings a lullaby, And the seagull sings a gullaby. That’s what shepherds listened to in Arcadia Before somebody invented the radia. |
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IV. Wild Jackass
Donkeys: Hannah Horvath and Lilliana Kienlen |
Have ever you harked to the jackass wild
Which scientists call the onager? It sounds like the laugh of an idiot child Or a hepcat on a harmoniger. But do not sneer at the jackass wild, There is method in his heehaw, For with maidenly blush and accent mild, The jenny-ass answers, shee-haw. |
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V. Kangaroos
Kangaroo: Antonio Diaz Explorer: Hallie Anderson |
The kangaroo can jump incredible.
He has to jump because he’s edible. I could not eat a kangaroo But many fine Australians do. Those with cookbooks as well as boomerangs Prefer him in tasty kangaroo meringues. |
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VI. The Cuckoo in the Depth of the Woods
Giraffe: Mateo Salinas Trees: Phoebe Hood, Stephanie Garza, Lilliana Kienlen, George Chini |
Cuckoos lead bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives. Therefore, they cynically disparage Everybody else’s marriage. |
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VII. People with the Long Ears
Zebras: Emma Abbot, Sophia Wineburg |
In the world of mules,
There are no rules. |
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VIII. Hens and Roosters
Hens: Hannah Cook and Stephanie Garza Rooster: Antonio Diaz |
The rooster is a roistering hoodlum,
His battle cry is cock-a-doodlum. Hands in pockets, cap over eye, He whistles at pullets passing by. |
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IX. The Swan
Swans: Madeleine Burroughs, Theone Glosser, Mariana Kienlen |
The swan can swim while sitting down.
For pure conceit he takes the crown. He looks in the mirror over and over, And claims to have never heard of Pavlova. |
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X. Aquarium
Jellyfish: Andrea Kienlen, Abby Reyes Seahorses: Cameron Hood, Phoebe Hood, Stephanie Garza |
Some fish are minnows,
Some are whales. People like dimples, Fish like scales. Some fish are slim, And some are round. They don’t get cold, They don’t get drowned. But every fish wife Fears for her fish. What we call mermaids And they call merfish. |
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XI. Tortoises
Tortoise: Mateo Salinas Can Can Dancers: Theone Glosser, Hannah Horvath, Mariana Kienlen, Veronica Takach |
Come crown my brow with leaves of myrtle,
I know the tortoise is a turtle. Come carve my name in stone immortal, I know the turtoise is a tortle. I know to my profound despair I bet on one to beat a hare. I also know I’m now a pauper Because of its tortley, turtley, torpor. |
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XII. Fossils
Fossils: Emma Abbot, Madeleine Burroughs, Eos Elizondo, Andrea Kienlen, Sophia Wineberg |
At midnight in the museum hall,
The fossils gathered for a ball. There were no drums or saxophones, But just the clatter of their bones, A rolling, rattling, carefree circus Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas. Pterodactyls and brontosauruses Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses. Amid the mastodonic wassail, I caught the eye of one small fossil. Cheer up, sad world, he said, and winked. It’s kind of fun to be extinct. |
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XIII. Piano Players
Flamingos: Hallie Anderson, Cameron Hood, Theone Glosser, Lilliana Kienlen, Mariana Kienlen |
Some claim that pianists are human,
And quote the case of Mr. Truman. St. Saëns, upon the other hand, Considered them a scurvy band. Ape-like they are, he said, and simian, Instead of normal men and wimian. |
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XIV. Finale
Full Company |
Now we reach the grand finale,
Animale, carnivale. Noises new to sea and land Issue from the skillful band. All the strings contort their features, Imitating crawly creatures. All the brasses look like mumps From blowing umpah umpah umps. In outdoing Barnum and Bailey and Ringling, St. Saëns has done a miraculous thingling. |
