Music Is Love: Friday 3/16 - Third Period

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Upon entering the classroom, students will immediately notice that the room has been decked out in green.

Green shamrocks. Green hats. Green drinks. And for some reason there's a shamrock shake dispenser in the corner.

When the students have all taken their seats the lights dim and fast paced Irish music begins to play as Lorne jumps out on to the stage and attempts to dance like Micheal Flatley.

Along with a horde of weetiny!penguins wearing green top hats with shamrocks on them.

And because he's Lorne? He is the Lord of the Dance.

When the song and dance is complete he bows and grabs a towel from offstage to mop his damp brow and horns. The penguins follow him around continuing to jig.

"In case ye couldn't tell lads and lassies! Today's theme is fer IRELAND! Sing! Dance a Jig! Sing an Irish drinking song!" Lorne exclaimed as he headed for the judges table. "Our judges today are the cute little guys in miniature tuxedos. Now if you don't mind I think I'm going to pass out from exhaustion."

[obligatory wait for OCD is up!]

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Re: Sing! [3/16]

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Door's got a few additional penguins she's brought with her from her own room, riding on her shoulders when she walks onstage. They've got weetiny skirts on that match the full one she's wearing. You probably shouldn't ask.

She lets them slide down her arms to the stage like a sledding hill, then steps up to the microphone with a flourish.

Then shrugs.

"This is a song about a duck."

Oh my name it is Nell and the truth for to tell
I come from Cootehill which I'll never deny
I had a fine drake and I'd die for his sake
That me grandmother left me and she goin' to die

The dear little fellow his legs they were yellow
He could fly like a swallow or swim like a hake
Till some dirty savage to grease his white cabbage
Most wantonly murdered me beautiful drake.

Door picks up her skirts and dances a fairly credible Irish jig as she sings. Truth to tell the dancing is better than the singing.

Especially considering she doesn't step on or kick the five tiny penguins also dancing around her feet.

Now his neck it was green, oh most fit to be seen
He was fit for a queen of the highest degree
His body was white, and it would you delight
He was plump, fat, and heavy and brisk as a bee

He was wholesome and sound, he would weigh twenty pound
And the universe round I would roam for his sake
Bad luck to the robber be he drunk or sober
That murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful drake

May his spade never dig, may his sow never pig
May each hair in his wig be well trashed with the flail
May his door never latch, may his roof have no thatch
May his turkeys not hatch, may the rats eat his meal

May every old fairy from Cork to Dun Laoghaire
Dip him snug and airy in river or lake
That the eel and the trout they may dine on the snout
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake

May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt
May a ghost ever haunt him the dead of the night
May his hens never lay, may his horse never neigh
May his coat fly away like an old paper kite

That the flies and the fleas may the wretch ever tease
May the piercin' March breeze make him shiver and shake
May a lump of the stick raise the bumps fast and quick
On the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake

Well, the only good news that I have to infuse
Is that old Paddy Hughes and young Anthony Blake
Also Johnny Dwyer and Corney Maguire
They each have a grandson of my darlin' drake

My treasure had dozens of nephews and cousins
And one I must get or me heart it will break
For to set me mind easy or else I'll run crazy
So ends the whole song of Nell Flaherty's drake.