By Rain Jeppson
My vowels will go from floor to ceiling,
I'll know my part and sing with feeling.
No "h's," no sliding, no reaching for notes.
Just nice warm tones and open throats.
On the edge of my seat is where I'll sit.
I won't plod along or talk a bit.
When I resolve I'll do it proud;
I won't be afraid to sing it loud.
Vibrato is nice in small amount.
Remember, warmth is what really counts.
I'll watch for cutoffs, my words I won't chew.
I'll breathe from the gut, and when we are through,
I'll practice and practice and practice some more
And be ready to shine when I walk through that door.
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