Jack, Jill, Old Woman. The Bachelor got him a nice little wife, And she’ll be the joy and the plague of his life. He’ll have to buy bonnets and many a gown, And do as she bids him with never a frown.
Bachelor. Well, that wasn’t quite what I reckoned on When I married, don’t you see——
Wife. You quite forgot, my Hubby dear, That you’d have to reckon with me.
(Screams are heard. All listen. Miss Muffett runs in, crying, followed by Georgie Porgie.)
Miss M. Ma! Make Georgie Porgie behave! He’s so bad!
Old Woman. That’s so. He’s a tarrible mischievous lad.
Mother Goose. And what’s he been doing now? Kissing you?
Miss M. No. It’s worser than that.
(He brings spider from behind him, and swings it toward her. She screams.) Ma, don’t let him do so!
Mother Goose. Now behave, Georgie Porgie!