[Narrator]
So first a tango, then a waltz,
And finally a ragtime.
The star-crossed lovers swoon.
Intertwined, besotted, they dance, to each and every tune.
The Devil tries to stop them, but his efforts are in vain.
He tries to grab the fiddle, but all to no avail.
At last, dear friends, at last, the soldier has his day.
And when he plays, the Devil, with no power left in him,
Is forced to cavort like a marionette,
Like a puppet on a string.