A final curtain before farewells,
The final chapter a story tells,
A miracle mischiefed by a tiny mite -
Who was naughty enough to put it right -
Comes to a close after one last pose,
The last hurrah of The Show of Shows.
No more confetti or birthday cake,
No more getting ready or rulers to break.
No more gloo, no more dye,
No more paper planes that fly,
No sharks or swings, or circus rings,
Or books, or blocks, or locks that ping.
So long to flights and dynamite,
To shiny scarves and spangly tights,
To chokeys and chocolate, and newts to pour,
To tellies, and tea, and ā10āsā to score.
Goodbye to trophies and hammer-throwers,
Good bye to words and number-knowers,
To ribbons and braids, to hair that frays,
To parents who leave, and a teacher who stays.
Farewell balloons, and ears that stretch,
To Russian goons, a pitcher fetched,
To a genius with a magic stare,
A dance partner with a cockney air,
A librarian with an island flair,
And a brother splayed in an easy chair,
To dollhouses, desks, and discipline,
To the gym-drenched stench of rebellion.
Goodbye handshakes from a new best friend,
Farewell to the maggots a new friend defends,
There are no more spoons or spelling tests,
No more bullies left to best,
No more chalk, or coats for piling,
No leaping into arms while smiling,
No more jumping on the bed,
No more āspaseebahāsā to be said,
No shelves to climb, or doors to pound,
No more āeach otherāsā to be found.
āWhen I Grow Upā has come of age,
The time has come to turn the page,
To face the quiet weāre destined to feel,
Witnessing Matildaās last cartwheel.
But her revolution will continue on
Long after the posters and playbills are gone,
If, when you need a hero
Even a little or a lot
You fight with the might
With which the tiny mite fought.
Then, even after āinto the distanceā she has sped,
Sheāll always be
'The sound of your heart in your head.ā #dosvidoodah #matildathemusical#matildabroadway #happytrails (photo: @dkabramson, upon my final bow)
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