Where none of us are missed;
We scribble and figure and write
From morning until night;
We’re in a sorry plight,
And oh—oh—oh—oh—oh!!!
Cages are arranged R. and L. and up stage. The chorus disappears into these as Deputy enters. Deputy comes well down stage throws out his chest and sings:
I now declare
There’s nothing to compare
With my style and air,
When I’m in my chair: