Sarah Binks, A Musical Tribute - Library2

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IN ECSTASY, OF DOG-LIKE THINGS.
ROVER:
SARAH:
ROVER:
OWOOOOWOOOOWOOOO...
AND WEAVING PATTERNS WITH THEIR TAILS,
THE JOYOUS DOG-LIKE HOSTS,
WILL LEAD HIM THROUGH CELESTIAL VALES,
AND MILES AND MILES OF POSTS,
TO MEADOWS FULL OF GOPHER HOLES,
WHICH HE CAN SNIFF AND DIG FOR MOLES.
OWOOOOWOOOOWOOOO...
SARAH (with everyone else on “OWOOO”:
THEN SHALL I SHOUT
AND THROW A STICK,
AND BOUNCE HIS BALL
AND HIDE HIS BONE, OR STOP
AND HELP HIM FIND HIS TICK,
AND CALL HIM TO HIS HOME;
HIS HOME WHERE HE CAN TAKE HIS EASE,
IN SUNNY SPOTS AND SCRATCH HIS FLEAS.
AND I SHALL TAKE HIM BY THE HAND,
AND FEED HIM MUSH, AND PULL HIS EARS,
AND HE WILL GRIN, AND UNDERSTAND,
AND LICK AWAY THESE TEARS.
ON THAT GREAT DAY OF THE FINAL BARK,
ROVER (AS USUAL) WILL BEAT THE LARK.
ALL:
OWOOOOWOOOOWOOOO!
HIEBERT: Through these desperate days, young Sarah continued grinding
out her heart-broken dirges. Despite her growing fame in print, Sarah remained
a simple and unspoiled country girl. Had Sarah never left the farm, her poetry
would never have reached the heights of passion for which it became justly
famous… Enter Henry Welkin!
(LIGHTS GO UP ON HENRY WELKIN, FLASHILY DRESSED.
HE IS A TRAVELLING SALESMAN WITH A SHIRT AND BOW TIE.)
HIEBERT: Under his tutelage Sarah became immersed in the world of high
culture at last.
SARAH: I first seen Hank at the Willows General Store, where I was taking a
crate of eggs and picking up a can of snuff for Dad.