Doo. Now I think upon it.
Had you a bouncing B. once in your Bonnet.
Noo. I had! I have! In fact, as I’m alive,
Not one bee only but a perfect hive.
Doo. Have you on your left arm a strawberry mark?
Noo. A perfect bed! You’d see them in the dark.
’Tis he! ’tis he! My feelings I can’t smother;
Come to my arms my lengthy long lost brother!
(Noodle tries to rise but cannot.)
Why don’t you rise?