I-turvy quite with Cinnamon Hearts.
All.—
——with those Cinnamon Hearts,
——with those Cinnamon Hearts.
Those puckery, fiery, very unsavory,
Peppery Cinnamon Hearts.
(Repeat chorus.)
(At end of chorus, heavy crash of thunder—cymbals and gong—then low music in minor. All stop—frightened. Tableau.
Moon changes to blazing Cinnamon Heart in sky.)
Slow Curtain. (Total silence.)