Twas the night before endings And all through the place
All the people were were tensing Each and every face
The drinks were all poured with tender sweet care
In hopes that the beaver would make all aware

The participants were snuggled with blankets and books
While anxiously fretting, giving the beaver dirty looks
But Edward in tweed and Gareth in plaid
Were not buying anything the beaver had said

when suddenly a noise rang out from the hallway
And the beaver glanced up in his special way
He smiled at the shape outlined by the light
Oh his grin grew wide at the wondrous sight

The light from the moon cast shadows on the face
A weird sculpted landscape of paper and paste
That was reminiscent of something that did quite appear
To be the image of seven rather large cold reinbeer…