CHORUS

The Patriotic Pipes of Merrillville

(or: “The Chorus of the Nearly-Immortal”)

We gather each week with a song in our hearts,
With voices that warble and pitch off the charts.
From “Yankee Doodle” to “Mr. Sandman,”
We belt it all out because, yes, we still can!

Twenty or more ladies, all noble and spry,
With sparkle and sass and a glint in each eye.
Three gallant men do their musical part,
Though we think one’s just there to win someone’s heart.

We sing the anthem with pride and with poise,
Though some think the high notes are just background noise.
We march to the beat, or at least try our best,
A half-step behind, but with vigor and zest.

We’re not quite the Met, but we do have some flair,
(And matching old cardigans, some of us swear).
We wobble, we giggle, we sometimes forget,
But oh, what a show when we’re all in duet!

So raise up your flag and your hearing aids too,
For the spirit of freedom is singing in you!
In this fine chorus, we’re legends and mates,
While searching for Broadway’s opening dates.