M.H.C. Motto
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 amounts
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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