[Note from the editor: this is much funnier if you read it aloud in an OUTRAZHEOUS FRONCHE ACCENT, you know?]
Trag�die Anarcho-balletique en trois entr'actes
Par M de Nopsmoth, mucker-out of the Grand-Ecurie du Roy
Ouverture
Grave
Gayement
Menuet
Prologue
Enter BOREAS, clad in a white snowsuit with a platinum breastplate and pink moon boots. He is accompanied by the FRESH SNOW and the ICICLES. Entr�e of BOREAS and his followers.BOREAS
Today, my children, I reign in my snowing ;Today, my followers, all the world owns my sway,
Though I sway none but with my icy fartings.
I grey the great elms and wash the sky clean
Like strong bleach that has been added to a load of dark colors.
But O h�las ! that I am weary;
Dance now, gentle minions, that I might be refresh�d ! Contredanse for the Fresh Snow Sarabande grave for the Icicles Entr�e of the Winds
An Icicle
What a marvellous day to stay home and drink Keemun
To make de la soupe for La Sierra,
To listen to Haydn string quartets
And listen to Jean-Paul Fouchecourt's Airs-de-cour recital.
Ch�ur des Icicles
Ah ! Quel plaisir ! Quelle paresse incontournable !
Nous sommes ravis de votre b�n�volAnce!
Bourr�e Ivre pour les pisseurs-dans-le-vent
BOREAS flies off in his chariot to the sound of thunder.
END OF FIRST TEXTE-ACTE