Ron Second Dance

See old Ron, in his spot, a quiet man But don't be fooled, cause he's the one Who directs the scene, got the whole show in hand Hats off to Ron, he’s the king, not a serf Runs the gig with a grin, and a deft, steady nerve Life may be scripted, but he's the one with the verve Now watch Ron, in the corner stand With a slight gesture, he commands the band A tip of his hat, orchestrating the play Look close enough, it's a ballet He's the puppet master of the masquerade In the shadows works his parade Curtains close, then they part once again Act two's rising as the nightlights dim Ron steps back, with that knowing glance Cue the strings, let the second dance commence [Outro] So here’s to Ron, with his silent acclaim The show goes on, but his touch stays the same