The rearless guise,
And stairless front,
The ashen grey facade,
And once the life,
And liven throw,
The parties left,
And no one goes ,
To hear such scant applause.
And though the actors stand and leer
And exit by stage left or rear,
The orchestra should play so low,
The lighting is flung to and fro
Remember this and know it well,
Friends a far and very few,
They see through the contrivances,
Look through the script and you they know,
Through all the acting and the plot,
And still they like the show.