ROCHESTER   I see a flame in the palm of your hand   Oh sister   You're peevish and puny and spoiled and bland   Oh sister   You have no principles   You have no taste   Your education was truly a waste   Don't be upset, girls, this has to be faced    Sweet sisters   I see a man in your future, my dear   Auspicious   But his claims of wealth and title I fear   Fictitious   You marry the scoundrel, and soon after that   You bear him a child and then you get fat   Lucky for you he leaves both of you flat   Dear lady   I see a journey you're planning to take   Oh sister   Believe me, my child, it's a fatal mistake   Oh sister   The road holds great danger   You'd better stay here   There's someone you long to be close to, my dear   He's not so far out of reach as you fear   Dear sister       JANE   And who might he be, mother?       ROCHESTER   I'm getting tired of this masquerade   Oh sister   Do you forgive me for this odd charade   Dear sister...