What we'll do is,
What we'll do is, we'll have the full choir sing the choruses and the repetitions of "That's my soul up there." And our little twelve-year-old sweet-voiced nightingale will sing the other lines solo, i.e., the lines about the butterfly in the spiderweb and the skeleton choking on a crust of bread, etc. She sings just like the Langley Schools child that sang Desperado. I'm also thinking about having the choirmembers all stomp their feet rhythmically on the risers during the final chorus, to make "drums."