Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Rehearsal the week we return

 REHEARSAL SCHEDULE for the week of 8th January

Please note the new ending time of 3:45pm.
Sunday –       NO SCHOOL
Monday-        2:30-3:45pm - Theatre
Poultry Chorus, Ida, Drake, Maureen,The Cat, Turkey, Grace, Jaybird, DUCKLINGS

 Tuesday-       Song ‘Wild Goose Chase’ 2:30-3:45pm- Theatre
                          Goose Chorus, Greylag and Dot, Ugly, Cat

 Wednesday- Song ‘Warts and All’- 2:30-3:45pm -Theatre
                         Froglet Chorus, Bullfrog, Ugly

Saturday 14th January- 9:30am-12:00pm- Theatre
                      Ugly, Ida, Drake, Ducklings

 All songs and words of the script need to be memorized before we return in January.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Look At Him Lyrics

LOOK AT HIM!

DUCKLINGS: Look at him!

IDA:                 Now then, children, let's not make a fuss

DUCKLINGS/DRAKE:  Look at him!

DRAKE:         Are you sure he's really one of us?

IDA:                 Family likeness isn't strong, still you won't poke fun.
                       All of you must get along-- he's a special son.

(IDA, spoken:)
Come along, all of you now, follow me.
But stay close to me at all times or you may get trodden on...and beware of the cat!

DUCKLINGS:
look at him-- legs are bandy and the knees are knocked. Look at him

D1:      dad was obviously egg-shell-shocked

DUCKLINGS:           
Bet the neighbors scream and howl when they see our brood
He's the foulest waterfowl

UGLY: why are you so rude?

D2 (spoken):Ooh, touchy!
DUCKLINGS:           
Look at him, looks as if he’s just been badly squashed.
Look at him, all his feathers should be boil-washed.
There’s a problem with his face something seems to grate.
It’s his beak it needs a brace just to keep it straight.
UGLY: look at you, look at me what's it matter?

D3 (spoken): isn't it obvious?

UGLY: why do I make you all laugh and scoff?

D4 (spoken): have you seen your reflection?

UGLY: why don't we play with the fishes?

DUCKLINGS: because you'd scare them off!  Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah

Ida:  Hello, Maureen.

MAUREEN:  hello, Ida. Hello Drake. What a splendid brood. Did the big egg hatch out alrigh… (She sees Ugly)

MAUREEN:   Look at him! Come on, Ida, tell me what went wrong?
Look at him! Did you leave him in the egg too long?

IDA:                 I admire you for your pluck strictly "entre nous"
He may be no gorgeous duck
... neither, dear, are you!
MAUREEN: Well! I must be going!

DRAKE: Look at him you admit he is a bit extreme? DUCKILNGS: Now our parents will start quibbling.
IDA:    Look at him just a variation on a theme          DUCKLINGS:   He's a truly ugly sibling

IDA:      I don't want to see my son left out on a limb why is it that everyone has to jeer?
DRAKE:  there's your answer, dear...

ALL:    Look at him!
TURKEY:        Line up everyone. Short ones at the front
(everyone gasps at ugly)
ALL:    Look at him he's an ugly one, there is no doubt
Look at him does he have his feathers inside-out?
What else would explain his looks being quite so rough?
How on earth would gourmet cooks know which end to stuff?!
Look at him, look at us see the difference
You may have to be cruel to be kind
If the cat got him for his tea then no-bo-dy would mind!
CAT:   Look at him! Still a duckling but there's so much more...
look at him! Finest cat food that I ever saw
better still he won't be missed-- they think he's a flop
maybe they'll let me assist giving him the chop!
TURKEY:      Now, in a moment you will be presented to Her Grace, the most distinguished Duck on the lake. She was once paired with a Mandarin. You will notice she has a red band of cloth round her leg…

DRAKE: Shouldn’t it be orange for a Mandarin? You know, Mandarine Orange…

TURKEY: that is the greatest distinction a duck can enjoy. It means that she is looked up to by both men and animals.

IDA: Now don’t turn your toes in, just bow your head politely and say ‘Quack’.

Ducklings (individually) Wah, wah, Wah, Wah         Honk!

ALL     Look at him, now he’s ruining our photograph
Look at him Mother Nature must have had a laugh!

IDA:     He's my son and I love him. Do you see what you've done?
You're to blame this duckyard would be so boring if we all looked the same.
(all react scornfully- gooble, quack, sqwack…)

DRAKE/TURKEY/MAUREEN/POULTRY:
Look at him and be thankful that he's not your kid
look at him bound to go the way the dodo did.
Bodywork designed to shock prospects pretty dim
He should form a solo flock
Look at him, look at me, look at you, you'll agree
anywhere you look will be less grim than a glimpse of this wimp of wimps...
Look at him!!!


CAT-look at him little thing            his neck just made to wring.                   Look at him!

 

Poultry Tale Lyrics

INTRO:
Drake:
IN OUR PATCH BEHIND THE FARMHOUSE WHERE THE PACE OF LIFE IS SLOW
THERE’S A WEBSITE WHERE JUST REAL WEBS ARE USED.
WE SPEND DAYS THE WAY DUCKS OUGHTA’ EATING BREAD THROWN ON THE WATER IN A WAY THAT KEEPS THE YOUNGER KIDS AMUSED.
IN OUR LAND BOTH GREEN AND PLEASANT
EVERY BANTAM, DUCK AND PHEASANT
IF THEY HAD THEM, WOULD BE WALKING ARM IN ARM
FOR OUR LIFE IS GOOD AND STEADY TIL WE'RE PLUCKED AND OVEN READY
IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

(Verse 1)
THERE'S A TURKY WITH A GOBBLE WATCH HIS LEGS BEGIN TO WOBBLE
Turkey:         CAUSE THANKSGIVING GIVES ME CAUSE FOR SOME ALARM!
WE’VE GOT PULLETS, WE'VE GOT CHICKENS , WE’VE GOT QUAILS 
AND WHAT THE DICKENS
 IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

(Ida enters)
WHAT A GORGEOUS VISION THIS IS IT'S IDA, SHE'S MY MISSUS
SO FORGIVE ME IF I'M LAYING ON THE SMARM
SHE GOES IN FOR HEATED QUACKING TO POINT OUT THE SKILLS I'M LACKING

All:
IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM
COME ON DOWN  AND DON'T BE STRANGERS
IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS
IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

Girls:  HERE WHERE WATERFOWL HAVE WADDLED
LITTLE CHICKS ARE MOLLY-CODDLED
FOR THE CAT WOULD LIKE TO DO THEM GRIEVOUS HARM
HE'S OUR ONLY SOURCE OF WORRY FEATHERS RARELY GET TO FLURRY

All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM
(The Cat sticks his head up from behind a clump of cat tails)

Cat: HA!
HOW THEY FLATTER THEMSELVES
I NEVER SHOW MUCH INT'REST IN THIS GROUP
I ADMIT I'M QUITE A GLUTTON,  BUT THIS FEATHERED FORM OF MUTTON
WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE A PALATABLE SOUP
BUT WHEN THOSE LITTLE DUCKINGS HATCH
THAT'S A FLAVOUR YOU WON'T MATCH
THEY'RE DELICIOUS AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH
AS A FELON WHO IS FELINE YOU WILL SEE ME MAKE A BEELINE
FOR THOSE TENDER LITTLE JUICY BALLS OF FLUFF

(The poultry drive the Cat off the stage)

All: Bo ger-doc-a-der, bo-ger-doc-a-der    Bo ger-doc-a-der, bo-ger-doc-a-der

Wah!      Boc-bo-ga-der!         Wah! Boc-bo-ga-der!

IN OUR WATERFOWL REGATTA
THERE'S A MOORHEN FOND OF CHATTER
AND A MANDARIN WITH ORIENTAL CHARM
YOU'LL FIND EVERY GOOSE OR GANDER
(Grace enters)
Grace: THO ‘OF COURSE I'M RATHER GRANDER

All:
COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS
IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS
IT'S A                          POULTRY TALE
IT'S A                          POULTRY TALE
IT'S A POULTRY TALE________
OF  FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM  A-ARM-A-ARM
 B-GAD-EHR!