The final rehearsal for Wednesday night
The xylophone, the juggling balls, the lot
I don't want to give away the secret
Don't tell anyone, don't reveal the plot
Amazingly, it should take four minutes
That's all we've got, for better or for worse
The ideas are plenty, but time is short
Four minutes is a blessing or a curse
Magical Animals we have rehearsed
And now there's tomorrow to get it right
In our own minds before we have that spot
With agents and audience who may be terse
But a few pints should make it out of sight
Practised spontaneity's what we've got
Mon 29 April
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