The Little Girls Dream
Once on a Christmas Eve a Little Girl lay dreaming,
She dreamed of wondrous gifts that hung upon her Christmas tree.
There in her dreams she spied, in silver brightly gleaming,
A funny old NUTCRACKER hung beside a beautiful SUGAR-PLUM FAIRY.
NC: ""I am the cracker of the nuts.""
SPF: ""Oh he's the cracker of the nuts.""
NC: ""And you are made of sugar plums.""
SPF: ""Yes I'm the fairy sugar-plum.""
VERSE CHOIR: The nutcracker's the colonel of a regiment of soldiers,
Tin....wood....some are made of honey cake,
The soldiers every one must love the sugar candy fairy
For they're always at the ready guarding every move she makes.
Now in her dream it seemed the Christmas tree got bigger,
Then thru' the floor there streamed an army of a thousand MICE!
Hail the KING..... all hail the KING, with a tail like a string,
On a KING is a thing to behold!
MK: ""I'm the MOUSE KING, I wanta fight, I wanta fight,
Let's have a war, hey NUTCRACKER, you got a sword?""
NC: ""I accept the challenge to fight you,
Yes, I got a sword, I will prove that I'm your master and your lord.""
MK and NC: Fight duel.
Voice: The NUTCRACKER'S STAGGERING, Oh what to do---
The MOUSE KING is set now, ready to run him thru'---
The NUTCRACKER's down,..he's up..now he's down again--
The LITTLE GIRL's worried to death, her face wears a frown again--
She takes off her shoe---takes careful aim---
And hurls it at the MOUSE KING, zip! zap! ZAME!!
The MOUSE KING's down----she hit him on the head----
CHOIR:
The cheesy little geezer tried to be a Julius Caesar
So she bopped him on the beezer and the MOUSE KING's dead!
Glory, glory, glory, Oh the MOUSE---KING's---dead.
VERSE CHOIR: Then what do you think did happen?
When the MOUSE turned up his toes, the NUTCRACKER changed
To a handsome PRINCE, right in front of the LITTLE GIRL's nose.
So they all joined hands, as happy as can be,
Why don't you join them now and march around the Christmas tree?
VOICE: ""Faster, kids, faster----wheeeeeee..."" (Dbl. time to fin.)