Tramp. Give us a bit of light! I’m skeered!
Voice of Cricket. Another cricket lived here a long time ago. Careful, mumsy, careful!
Voice of Ichneumon Fly. Aha! Got them!
Voice of Ant-Soldier. Water, water!
Voice of Ant-Commander. And see that you take no prisoners.
Voice of a Butterfly. Iris! Iris!
Voice of Mr. Beetle. My pile! Where’s my lovely pile?
Tramp. What’s ’ere? A flint! If only I could strike a spark from it, jest one, one little spark o’ light!
[He strikes it upon another stone. Sparks burst forth. The forest is lit up.
Thank ’eaven, ’ere’s light!