Prologue: Prologue: Calamari

Sorry I'm late, Rhoda
 You're always late
 I was
 Working on the Spring Song
 Is he angry that he doesn't have the Spring Song yet?
 I bet
 No, he's angry that he doesn't have the Yes Song
 I hate the Yes Song
 I hate the Spring Song
 I hate
 Mr. Bungee and this job
 God, it's bad
 Working on Mr. Bungee's lily pad–
 Y'all work for Mr. Bungee? I love that TV show!
 The specials today
 Though not many are especially good
 First the fish of the day:
 Calamari!
 Which isn't a fish
 But lives in the sea
 As said in the dish
 It happens to be the fish
 Of the day
 Okay
 Plus there's ziti
 With a sauce that's meaty
 It's fun!
 Fun?
 And there's a lot
 And that's the specials!
 Thank you!
 I'll have the ziti and a Diet Coke
 Uh, okay, and I will have the goat cheese salad–no cheese
 Oh, thank you
 So, talk to me!
 He's taking up the brunt of my time
 It's called a job
 I don't have time to write
 My real stuff
 But I feel stuff
 You're a mess!
 I can't express
 What I mean to convey
 So of course I didn't
 Write enough today!
 If you don't keep writing you'll be shown the door
 You know Mr. Bungee hates you
 I hate Mr. Bungee
 I think he hates you more!
 Why does Mr. Bungee hate me?
 First off:
 You've gotta finish a song!
 Oh, God!
 You scoff
 But dammit write the Spring Song
 Write the Yes Song
 Don't let your career
 Go to the dogs!
 As you can tell
 I don't write well for frogs!
 Mr. Bungee is aquatic
 And despotic!
 I'm having frog hallucinations...
 Mr. Bungee's oceanic
 And satanic!
 Nyahaha!
 Mr. Bungee's said to be
 Tyrannical at times
 But Mr. Bungee always rhymes!
 He's not here right now, is he?
 Whee!
 I love Mr. Bungee
 Yes indeed-y
 Here's your ziti
 I love Mr. Bungee
 When he makes his scenes
 I love Mr. Bun–
 Did someone order scallopini?
 I love Mr. Bungee
 Here's your Diet Coke
 And here's your greens!
 I love Mr. Bungee
 I love Mr. Bungee!
 First write your song then next
 You'll write the epic
 Oh, sure!
 First kids, TV, then next
 The Broadway shows
 Ha!
 It's a rocky road from lily pad
 To where you want to get to, dear, but
 Rhoda always knows...
 Him, a Broadway show?
 I don't think so!
 Inside me I feel washed up and through
 Oh, come on, Gordon...
 Writing this shit's killed my talent
 That is not true!
 And whatever's left to kill
 Then Bungee will grind that down to squat!
 I used to be!
 You're still!
 I was!
 I don't agree!
 I once was but I'm
 Not!
 Oh my...
 Not a...
 Hey, come on, sit down...
 Something is wrong
 Gordon, are you ok?
 Something is wrong
 Gordon, you're scaring me...
 Something is very, very, very–
 Wrong