Grass, Scene I
Words by Jim Fox
Music by John Paul Sharp

Wilbur: 
Like a tin o' sardines that bus was packed
head to tail; tail to head; 
gill to gill is how we stacked
but it got me here. so enough about that
codin' up widgets is where I'm at. 
They don't get coded; they don't get made
widget buildin' is why I'm paid. 
Mr B: 
you want stacked; I got stacked.
out on the way them cars were backed
my pool's drippin' crumbs and spittin' out the door
my ride's got to looking like a bird cage floor. 
but the beemer got me here so nuff 'bout that
watchin' out for Lil Will is where I'm at. 
Lady G: 
It's the sales game that's where I'm at
It's the sellers and buyers make engineers fat. 
But enough 'bout that. Got a new girl today. 
old one, she's gone, gone the romance way
won't happen again, 'cause I ain't no fool. 
lookin' out for Lisa's how I stay cool. 
Lisa: 
The sun is shining; the grass is greening. 
the birds are flying; the bees are stirring
on my walk here, down in the valley
I saw some rabbits munching on clover
along the sidewalk, above the levee,
a row of daffodils with honeybee lovers.
Wilbur:
Mr. B? Who's that shinin' up Dorthea's old space?
That's some credit, I'd say, to the whole human race. 
Mr B: 
That lady G, she got a new girl.
Open the door, Lil Will, give her a whirl. 
Lisa: 
My new desk here, so sad and lonely
Perchance some candy in a crystal bowl
or photos maybe, or flowers only
it needs some love to make it whole. 
Lady G: 
Don't be goin' lovey, Lisa girl. 
What you got is fine enuf,
That's your desk, unpack your stuff. 
The widgets we make don't sell themselves
Get on the phone and empty some shelves. 
Lisa
Hello, hello, my neighbors near. 
It says here you are engineering.
My father once an engineer,
went from there to architecting.
Mr B: 
Li'l Will, what's holdin' you up? 
Time seems ripe to make some talk.
In fashion school we had this rule: 
It's bold that talk, timid walks.
Wilbur: 
Bold on the key, that's nothin' to me. 
but eye to eye you're not gonna' see
from over here I play the rake
but face to face my heart can't take
the mind is strong, the outlook bleak
when it comes to meet the knees go weak
Mr B: 
How many lives you think you got? 
Gotta do it now, or do it not. 
Wilbur: 
Look who's talkin' Mr who is you
walk your walk? that what you do? 
Mr B: 
It's your sad eyes lookin' cross the way
let's worry about me some other day. 
Wilbur: 
Lil Will, Lil Will, whatcha waitin' for? 
opportunity's knockin' - gotta' open the door. 
Pleased to meet you, new neighbor near. 
We do have architects, somewhere yonder
here you've got just a widget coder.
who might be still when he gets older
Lady G: 
Li'l Lisa, aintcha' got work to do? 
And I don't mean chattin' up no tech fool. 
You'll not be going ole Dorthea's way.
at your desk is where you gotta stay. 
Wilbur: 
if by chance you brought a lunch today
or might like to share a ham and cheese
I know a place to eat not so far away
across the street by the Maple trees
Lisa: 
I brought a sandwich and a salad
And I'd love to eat not so far away
Lady G: 
enough of this bull! I got an office to run
got a lot going on and it ain't all fun
ain't losin' my girl to no tech stud
Lady G's gonna' nip this weed in its bud
Lisa & Wilbur: 
one door opens; another closes.
one step taken; the path grows longer. 
ignore the thorns and smell the roses
that's the way we all grow stronger.