It was late at night, the kids I was babysitting had gone to bed, and there was nothing on TV. :)
Mistress Lottie,
Oh so dottie,
How does your song go?
Do you prefer goblin hells,
Or petticoat swells,
Or fops and phantoms all in a row?
Angle of Music,
Of wit so quick,
How does your song go?
Of Phantom's bane,
And lovers' lane,
And sopranos who say no.
Monsieur Fop,
To make Phantom stop,
There are things you must know.
Of trapdoor spies and
Hands at the level of your eyes!
To Nadir you must go.
Diva Carlotta,
You are not a,
Star of this show,
Christine's singing is hot,
Yours simply is not,
The Phantom'd have you know.
Daroga Nadir,
I'll see you later,
In the Phantom's lair,
In Phantom's trap,
(You've had a bit of a scrap),
Of the grasshopper beware!
Mistress Meg,
A perfect segue,
Christine's fear's sieve,
She says he's there,
Mother says beware,
And you're not quite sure what to believe.
Owners two,
Both of you,
I deeply pity,
Why on Earth,
Would your luck have such dearth,
To pick this haunted city?
Madam Giry,
Old and wiry,
Of secrets she has many,
Where Phantom dwells,
And the stories he tells,
She reveals to not any.
Dancing Ballet Rats,
Your idle Phantom chats,
Could get you into trouble.
The ghost's mad,
There's revenge to be had,
Nefarious plans in his head bubble.