Jammes

Has everyone forgotten poor little Jammes the gossiper!? Come, come now, this is dedicated to her since she has tasted the bitterness of mortal forgetfulness.



Pink satin tutu's

Flowing long hair

Flowers thrown at them

Cries of despair


She is the small one

That has the big mouth

She is the gossip girl

Causing fear and pouts


Jammes enters the dressing room

And stands on a chair

She tells them of the Opera Ghost

And how to be ware


A knock sounds

Buquet has been hung

They all begin to whisper

Fear covering their fun


She giggles and lies

And contradicts too

For what more can this little girl

Know how to do?



That last line is by Erik, so sorry Jammes! It's not my fault.