The Colors of Interp

(To the tune of Colors of the Wind, from Disney's Pocahantas.)

You think I'm a ignorant speecher
And you've won so many outrounds, I guess it must be so.
But still I cannot see, if the speecher one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know.

You think you own whatever tourney you win
That patterns are just a dead things you can waste
But I know every interp, platform, IE
Has a round, has a pattern, has a name

You think the only speeches that are speeches
Are the speeches with three minute cross-ex
But if you read the script of a persuasive
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever seen a DI where they cry a lot
Or ask an HI giver why they grinned?
Can you speak with all the passion of a platform?
Can you act with all the colors of interp?
Can you act with all the colors of interp?

Come run the hidden hallways of a pattern
Come watch an HI done by your partner
Come cry and weep and wallow during DI's
And for once never warrant your interp

The duos and the apols are my events
The DI's and OO's are my favorites
Though TP and LD are both amazing
IE's rule over the awards ceremony

How long can an expos go?
If you never watch, then you'll never know
And you'll never see a DI where they cry a lot
For whether we interp or we debate
We need to speak with all the passion of a platform
We need to act with all the colors of interp

You can win a round and still, all you'll win is debate 'til
You can act with all the colors of interp.

This one goes out to all those debate-only people.