Mother: There has strange things come to pass.
Timothy: That's what we've all been praying
for this long time!
Mother: Ah, can't you give attention and strive
to listen to me. It is all coming back to my mind.
All the things I am remembering have my mind
tattered and tossed.
Timothy: (Who has been trying to hear the music,
sings a verse.)
"You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg,
Hurroo! Hurroo!
You're a yellow noseless chickenless egg,
You'll have to put up with a bowl to beg.
O Johnny, I hardly knew you!
(Music ceases.)