Rev. Ford:

This young girl is making sense here

And I think it well conceived

That we help this young man, Jimmy/Jenny

Get his lot in life relieved

We could put the weather vane on hold

A ladder I could build

But the mission in New Dehli

We might now leave unfulfilled

Ladies and Ensemble:

But the burdens, the burdens,

The burdens we assume--

Must always make us look so grand

Like daffodils in bloom  

Mrs. McGillicutty:

My cousin in South Burlington

Has promoted my good deeds

He boasts about the works I’ve done

My dignity exceeds

Mrs. Bouregard:

My husband’s family marvels

How so fortunate is he

As he’s found a wife so noble

Helping those across the sea

Mrs. Hoffinfeffer:

And I know a place in heaven

Is for sure awaiting me

If I let the whole world know

All that I sacrifice you see

Ladies:

So we’re sorry Pollyanna

Your friend Jimmy/Jenny has to wait

He just doesn’t suit our burdens

As of now.  It’s time we ate

Oooh! Cookies!!!!!

Rev. Ford, Ladies, Ensemble:

Oh the burdens, the burdens,

The burdens we assume--

Must always make us look so grand

Like daffodils in bloom

(Mouths full of cookies)

Must always make us look so grand

Like daffodils in bloom

Must always make us look so grand

Like daffodils in bloom