Hey, everyone, I couldn’t help overhearing in this giant, nigh-deserted, echoey castle that you were doing an elaborate musical number where everyone was involved. Well, almost everyone. It seems like you forgot about me, the servant in this castle who was turned into a chamberpot.
Consider what you just sang:
Course by course, one by one,
Till you shout, “Enough, I’m done.”
Then we’ll sing you off to sleep as you digest…
Kind of the perfect opportunity for me to jump in there, no?
I can’t help but feel no one wanted me here. Why? Because there’s not a good way to clean me other than throwing my contents out the nearest window?
But I can sing! I can also handle a big number. Honestly, that’s a good description of my day-to-day. Sometimes it’s several big numbers. French food is heavy. Loads of bread.
The Beast behaves like a beast, eats like a beast, and courts women like a beast, but he insists upon using the bathroom like a gentleman. It’s the only thing that reminds him he was once a man.
Well, I, too, once was a man.