The sitzprobe for the first time let us hear
The contribution we choristers make
And how in scenes of drama we appear
To underscore precisely what’s at stake.
Tonight’s invited dress, our first time through
Without a pause and for a friendly crowd,
Plunged us into the darkness without view,
But we with great perspective were endowed-
For though there was new music to be sung
That we’d scant opportunity to learn
It slid into its place when bells were rung-
We did our part to help make Paris burn.
Our faith has been repaid, for now we know
That we are part of one hell of a show.