Clean it neatly as before;
Two, three, shoulder arms [on shoulders],
When we hark for war’s alarms.
Three, four, with arms extended [extend brooms],
What is broken can be mended;
So we could drill the live-long night,
But vanish along with elf and sprite.
[They sweep floor, look around fearfully; one at a time leave, the last shrieks and runs off.]
Witch: