As the World Burn

Dancing quickly strings of fire the puppet master calls! …all the children have gathered ‘round for the performance of the day. Laughing these joyous calls of glee— children running through the street. Cries lash out at the night a scarlet flare slices the strings bells toll high not for the wedding rings… “Come man and child, come woman and babe The Theater is bright ablaze!” Yet, look up there, as the golden bell sings… all of the puppets are dancing on flaming strings.