A. Very Pleasant

 We're sitting in the opera house;
 We're waiting for the curtain to arise
 With wonders for our eyes;
 We're feeling pretty gay,
 And well we may,
 "O, Jimmy, look!" I say,
 "The band is tuning up
 And soon will start to play."
 We whistle and we hum,
 Beat time with the drum.

 We're sitting in the opera house;
 We're waiting for the curtain to arise
 With wonders for our eyes,
 A feeling of expectancy,
 A certain kind of ecstasy,
 Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's.

B. Rather Sad

 From the street a strain on my ear doth fall,
 A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl,"
 It is tattered, it is torn,
 It shows signs of being worn,
 It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn,
 'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet,
 But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet;
 I can see him shuffling down
 To the barn or to the town,
 A humming.