If I had any cash I’d buy a meal.
I’ll strike. Along the shore, I’ll take a stroll,
Perhaps the waves will give a nice fresh roll.
A witch foretold that here I’d meet my brother.
Alas, I fear we should not know each other.
I’ll put a board up, that will do to tell.
(Gets a piece of plank and writes on it in chalk.
“Dere brother I am hear close buy.
Yours,
Noodle.”