The ferocious star / an Operetta for the common doomsayer / a libretto

Alto: ( rummaging )  What’s its name?!

Tenor: ( frantically )  It’s too damn many letters! She’s

Greek, me thinks, and... it’s a real tongue-twister!

Narrator: a mythological goddess I’d bet, and stuck-up!

Mute: ( isolated ) I can just imagine what’s going on up there!

Soprano: ( straight )  She’s bloated! That's what! She’s eating herself to death,

and when she burps we'd best not be around!

Ensemble: HaHaHa!

Coloratura: ( off stage, left ) Gotta hightail-it outta here real pronto like!

Ensemble: ( much murmuring, and much confusion ) 

Narrator: No, no! It's okay! She’s not a Texan! She's acting!

Tenor: But if the ferocious star is close enough and lets one go, we're done for!

Baritone: ( just introduced to the meaty Mezzo whilst nervously spraying his throat )

Quickly!.. Kiss me, my dear!

Curtain... ( but the curtain malfunctions adding to the tension )