In the meantime, the people seemed not to be able to get Ranulf’s tune out of their heads, and began to find their own words to carry it on. From one corner came—
A MEDLEY.
“A spoon of wood is the thing at night,
Hurrah! hurrah!
A spoon of wood is the thing at night,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Just swallow it dry, it will clear your sight,
To see an invisible green so bright!
Oh! we’re all jolly tight on our way to Blundertown!