Once there was a show
One that would outwardly go
To where no other had been
A VOICE CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize!”
Onwards the troupe would travel
Over pebble roads and gravel
To whence nobody had been before
AND THE VOICE CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize!”
The ensemble walked over grass and fields
Dining each day on frugal meals
As they trudged along their way
THE VOICE STILL CRIED: “But I didn’t get a prize
The mobile wardrobe was in function
Some went fishing for their luncheon
Traveling on empty stomachs and mouths
THE VOICE CONTINUED TO CRY: “But I didn’t get a prize!”
Finally the cast reached their destination
No more time for procrastination
As the actors took to the stage
WITH THE VOICE CALLING: “But I didn’t get a prize!”
Finally someone heard the voice shout
And went and asked what it was all about?
TO WHICH CAME THE ANSWER: “But I didn’t get a prize! All I wanted was a balloon at the last place that we stopped!
And so a shiny red balloon was given
As peace of call was hastily striven
THE VOICE HAD ITS PRIZE!
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