This is a song we did when we were here last spring. I'm crazy about the songs. Marvelous thing from Little Night Music. And it's called Send in the Clowns. And lyrically, it tells a story of two adult people who have been together for many years. And one of them gets restless and decides to take a walk. And the other one has a lament. And it's in these words. You see, if I don't smoke when I sing, I choke a lot. Oh, isn't it rich, are we a pair, me here at last On the ground, you in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss, don't you approve One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Just when I stopped opening doors Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again With my usual flair, sure of my lines Nobody's there Don't you love a farce My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear But where are the clowns They ought to be clowns Don't bother, they're here Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year That's a marvelous song, isn't it? A great song. Thank you very much. Thank you.