The fat lady sings to mark the opera is complete.
She’s off to a restaurant, a friend to meet.
Outside the theatre, the crowds are mingling.
Somewhere in the distance, she hears someone singing.
As she approaches, there’s a terrible scream.
It’s then she remembers it’s the night of Halloween.
She tries to run, but her legs won’t move.
There’s an old memory in the air that she cannot remove.
It was on this night many arias ago,
A night that was cold, dark and covered in snow.
She saw that vision in ghostly drab,
Run from a body that had been so cruelly stabbed.
It was her, from a scene, that was about to be sung
Il Cavaliere Rusticana had only just begun.
The violins struck up, but she forgot her opening line
A trickle of fear ran down her spine.
The horse sensed her torment and stamped then reared
The audience gasped affixed and feared!
Backwards she fell onto the blade
And unless it’s Halloween there she stayed.
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