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I The batons secure and the curtain aflutter, Samuel J. Stubbins awoke 'neath of a clutter Of papers and wood scraps and sawdust profuse To find that his theater was of late in use By the frenzied director, who paced 'round the stage And jumped at small noises, appeared twice his age While trying in vain to incarnate the setting Approved by designers, with out nearly getting The time or the workers or resources needed To work such a wonder. His will had receded Along with his hairline (both would have forsaken Their owner, had not dearest Sam undertaken The measures he did to ensure that the play Had a chance to depart from that