Maria

Berthe:
She climbs a tree
And scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
Sophia:
She waltzes on her way to mass
And whistles on the stair.
Berthe:
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
Sophia:
Maria's not an asset to the abbey.
Berthe:
She's always late for chapel
Margaretta:
But her penitence is real.
Berthe:
She's always late for ev'rything
Except for every meal.
Mother Abbess:
From all of which
I take it
That you very firmly feel.
Maria's not an asset to the abbey.
Margaretta:
I'd like to say a word in her behalf.
Mother Abbess(spoken)
Then say it, Margaretta!
Maria...
Makes me..
Laugh!

(Refrain)
Sophia:
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
Mother Abbess:
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
Margaretta:
How do you find a word that means Maria?
Berthe:
A flibbertigibet!
Sophia:
A will o' the wisp!
Margaretta:
A clown!
Mother Abbess:
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her;
Many a thing she ought to understand.
Margaretta:
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say?
Mother Abbess:
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
Margaretta:
Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria?
Mother Abbess:
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
Margaretta(no harmony)
When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused,
And I never know exactly where I am.(hold till *)
Sophia:
Unpredictable as weather,
She's as flighty as a feather*
Margaretta:
She's a darling,
Berthe:
She's a demon
Margaretta:
She's a lamb.
Sophia:
She'll out-pester any pest,
Drive a hornet from his nest,
Berthe:
She could throw a whirling dervish
Out of whirl.
Margaretta:
She is gentle,
She is wild.
Sophia:
She's a riddle.
Margaretta:
She's a child.
Berthe:
She's a headache!
Margaretta:
She's an agel,
Mother Abbess:
She's a girl.

REFRAIN(No separate parts)

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