Just Not As Rehearsed -C'Est La Vie
An eisteddfod* is arranged for March 1st
The whole school is encouraged to do their bit
Poetry wasn't my forte in those days
Art was not allowed for this
I decided I would sing a traditional song
Practised whenever I had a spare chance
My voice isn't perfect but I can keep a tune
As times gets nearer wished I had chosen dance.
March 1st arrives our national day, St David's Day
The school was buzzing with most of them here
I try to sing my voice has gone,
Panic sets in I said a prayer
They call out my name and the house I represented
Madame Curie was the one. I opened my mouth to sing
Not a sound came through, my eyes filled with tears
I had practised and practised to get right this thing
My voice I had lost, my nerves were in shreds
Felt like going home and taking to my bed
Instead I shrugged my shoulders, said. C'est la vie
What will be will be, will recite it instead.
They clapped me for trying, felt my shoulders go back
Instead of a song, they had it in verse
I hadn't let my house down just made a different attack
Quick thinking saved me, was just not as rehearsed.
*eisteddfod = annual Welsh festival artistic competition
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