You played those notes a year ago
But nobody ever seems to mind
You're so sweet
Upon request from her dad,
She takes a seat, Center Stage
And starts to play
And when she's done we take our roles,
As assigned, A few kids whined,
But everyone behaved
Take the bench Little Girl,
And sing your little heart out
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling
This year yields Something new
A reason for the downcast eyes
The buttoned Lip
The Irony that rings so true
Is in the corner holding hands
That played the keys
That bored the kids and the adults alike
But made the teenagers laugh
at pure precociousness
Take the bench Little Girl,
And sing your little heart out
The fact the notes are right,
Doesn't mean there's any feeling
And we'll Be appealing
Upon request from her mom,
she takes a seat centre stage
and starts to cry