And whisper low, as the still winds blow,
“Watch for Old Clanty Sauce, don’t let him go!”
(Shout out the fourth line as loudly as possible.)
Frank—That’s what you’d call whispering. What would a shout be like, I wonder?
Greenies—
The Greenies are we. As loud as can be,
We call to the children to look and see.
And loudly shout, as we scamper out,
(Seat themselves on floor, and whisper last line.)
“Watch for old Clanty Sauce. He’s round about.”