An Ode to TLP

Hear the phones ringing. They're ringing inside my head.
If the phones ever stop ringing, they'll be singing TLP is dead.
We're glad to answer phones 'cause it means we're not alone
The theater is ALIVE and WELL because the phones keep ringing without end.

From 11:00am to 7:00 each day we hear all our wonderful patrons say,
"Are there still good seats left for the show?"
We're happy to say "YES" there are seats yet to go.
The last show is Sunday at 2:00 for Chicago so DO NOT DELAY
Or you' hear us say, "Folding chairs only are left for this day"

So, give us a call when the box office is open
And we'll gladly fulfill your desires, best we can.
Thanks for your patience and loyalty, too.
For without you, our patrons, we'd have nothing to do.

Chicago, it ROCKS from the floor to the ceiling
Roxie, Velma, Billy, and the gang,
All raise the roof, and the bar, of the Playhouse each night, and
It's hard to imagine how the season can get better...
But it will!!