it's the final night   and they still can't get it right   the movement on the stage was too slow   they're calling it the stop and go show      is there much appeal   when you can't believe it's real   the music was a little shaky   the scenery, a little flaky   the audience surprised themselves with   the strength of the abuse they handed      and the radio play   leaves you angry for the day   written like a first confession   you ponder on this strange profession      as the sands will shift   theaterland is on the drift   paddle round the bend to nowhere   ratty and his friends will be there   given up for good and hounded   given up for good and bounded