And Pilgrims, and Indians, and all sorts of things,
They were right here in front of my eyes.
I hope that my supper is ready—I’m hungry as hungry can be
I think I dreamed that I ate too much—
But I won’t let a dream worry me.
[He leaves stage in answer to his mother’s calls and the Pilgrim Maids, Indians, Pumpkins, Turkeys and Goblins return in the order named, form group and sing:]
Song—Air: OLD BLACK JOE
1.
We’ve come to warn all the greedy girls and boys.
Heed our advice though your feelings it annoys.