Knarf and Ecila—We will.
Derf—Yes, us will.
Alice—Clanty Sauce! Oh, Frank, perhaps he’s our own dear Santa Claus, and will take us home.
Frank—You can’t catch Santa Claus. Haven’t we tried, lots of times and did we catch even a glimpse of him?
Ecila—What a shame! So you never got any presents?
Alice—Of course we did. But—(start as Greenies come tumbling in) what are these?
Derf—The Greenies! The Greenies!
Greenies—
The Greenies are we. As sly as can be,
We creep to your window, at night, you see.