Well, now I’ve joined the army, serve the nation.
That means long drills, stiff collars and starvation.
I’ll make a raft or boat, and get away,
So sure as my name’s Noodle, miss, some day.
Mona. What name?
Noo. Why, Noodle.
Mona. Noodle?
Noo. Why not Noodle?
Mona. You have a brother?
Noo. Which his name is Doodle.