"Once there was a

way,

To get back

homeward.

Once there was a

way

To get back home.

Sleep, pretty

darling,

Do not cry

And I will sing a

lullaby...

Golden slumbers,

Fill your eyes

Smiles await you

when you rise

Sleep pretty

darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a

lullaby.

Once there was a way

To get back

homeward

Once there was a

way

To get back home

Sleep, pretty

darling

Do not cry

And I will sing a

lullaby.

-—-

(Orchestra practicing)

Two vegetables, both alike in goals and aspirations,

In fair Rebel Base, where our scene is laid,

From a long-held astral battle, to this very day,

In which one side enters,

And the other goes away,

Where civil juice makes non-existent hands unclean,

And to the Rebels

Kabob Ren mustn't

be so mean...

(Curtains lift, lights

turn on)