And so the little boy from across town also preened and primped. He smoothed his unruly hair and brushed his teeth till they were as white as white could be. From under his bed did the little boy pull a box, a box that held a jacket and pants. He donned the suit and put on his black shiny shoes and straightened his tie. Oh my, oh my didn't
he look so fine, as fine as fine could be.
The hour approached as everyone gathered in the town square. And the all important judges were there, there in the town square. The contestants stood in one straight line, each one smiling the biggest smile one ever did see. And so it began, the judges judging and judging some more. How to decide, oh how will they know, which little boy or little girl will be the winner, better than all.

Little Mary Bottle was happy and hopeful that she would win. She grinned, she grinned and grinned some more. It was her turn to show her talent and a talent is was..spinning bottles, different colours and different sizes, spinning and spinning some more. Till all the bottles in Cutesville were spinning and spinning as one. The judges smiled and nodded as one...maybe she's the winner, maybe.
Twas the little boys turn. What shall he do. He shook, he pondered and he was afraid. He always sang in his little room and the birds joined as the chorus, is this what he should do? And so he began with a faltering note. He hung his head as a tear he did shed, hit his black shiny shoe, and he thought I can't do.