After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.
No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.
Getting them would mean she hade made it
Everything came down to that moment in her life
Looking at the program she smiled and settled back
So many more chances as the handbells started their next song
Compiling her program she waited for the results
Of course, there were a couple of errors
Destroying them took no time. She hit compile again
It came back with over one hundred more
Now the real work began as she stomped on each one
Good thing she didn’t like to sleep