(Cockie Lockie arm in arm with Henny Penny. Goosey Poosey arm in arm with Ducky Daddles. A voice outside is heard.)
Voice.—Cockie Lockie! Henny Penny! Goosey Poosey! Ducky Daddles!
C. L.—Dear me! We shall never get to London.
G. P.—It's that gobbling Turky Lurky!
Enter Turky Lurky.
T. L.—Ha! ha! my friends. This is very nice. Oho! Aha! Where are you all off to so merrily?
C. L.—Not merrily, indeed! Our business is most serious.
T. L.—You make my feathers stand on end. What is the matter?
G. P.—Haven't you heard? The most terrible thing has happened!
H. P.—One half of the sky fell on me as I was sitting under a haystack, and we don't know what is going to happen next.