(Takes bottle from pocket.)
Strolling the other day upon the sand, I
Found this. B. R. A. N. D. Y. spells brandy.
It isn’t bad, though how did it come here?
There’s been a shipwreck, that is very clear.
The country’s full of geese, too, it’s absurd!
Which ever way I turned I found a bird,
All dressed in sailor’s jackets, caps and things,
With spy glasses stuck underneath their wings.
(Enter Mona L. running.)