As I walk to the podium to face the people,
The butterflies in my stomach beat frantically.
As I speak to the masses, my mind awhirl,
The butterflies in my stomach beat frantically.
Will I be good enough? Will I be wise?
The butterflies in my stomach beat frantically.
When the crowd sits in silence, when I've finished my speech,
The butterflies in my stomach beat frantically.
Then the crowd stands as one: I've a standing ovation,
And the butterflies in my stomach fly free.
10/9/94

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