In fact, there are some songs performed at the nightly concerts which have so many verses that I am pretty sure the singers never really end them, but are just catching their breath between Getaways.
Could a forty verse limit be declared? Is that heretical? I know its Folk Music, but some of these ditties make The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald seem like an exercise in brevity. They would make Homer excuse himself for a bathroom break. Even Milton would need three or four cups of coffee to keep from doing a face plant into his zither. Thank God we all get to sing along on the choruses, because that we way we can tell if the person in the seat next to us has expired or not.
Not to mention any names of the guilty.
Micca.