This is the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the stage that put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the soldier all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the boy left living but lame
That haunted the soldier all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the mother, so timid and tame
That cared for the boy left living but lame
That haunted the solder all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the actor, with a notable name
That played the mother, so timid and tame
That cared for the boy left living but lame
That haunted the solder all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the agency, looking for fame
That hired the actor, with a notable name
That played the mother, so timid and tame
That cared for the boy left living but lame
That haunted the solder all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the director, high on acclaim
That commissioned the agency, looking for fame
That hired the actor, with a notable name
That played the mother, so timid and tame
That cared for the boy left living but lame
That haunted the solder all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
This is the fanboy, mostly to blame
That harassed the director, high on acclaim
That commissioned the agency, looking for fame
That hired the actor, with a notable name
That played the mother, so timid and tame
That cared for the boy left living but lame
That haunted the solder all full of shame
That gave the gun to the smith that sold to the man
That owned the gun that sat on the stage
That put on the play that Chekhov wrote.
