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.
