Black swans and roses
And debonair dark hose
What the conductor says
Is how the music goes
Night's magic abounds
Students horse around
Then the music plays
And it's silent on the grounds
Spotlights make auras
Players dance through the stanzas
The night's nearly out
At the end of the codas
The kids run off the stage
Never losing a page
With the March air about
The swans act of their age
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Black swans and roses
And debonair dark hose
What the conductor says
Is how the music goes
Night's magic abounds
Students horse around
Then the music plays
And it's silent on the grounds
Spotlights make auras
Players dance through the stanzas
The night's nearly out
At the end of the codas
The kids run off the stage
Never losing a page
With the March air about
The swans act of their age
