All turn to wax, while sleeping, sleeping,
Close your eyes, let’s have no peeping.
You shall whistle, and you shall sing,
You shall recite of fall or spring;
You’ll be a wild rider in the show,
You’ll dance a solo before we go.
The boys and girls from many a nation,
Will appear in their own creation;
And only Folly can break the spell,
Ha, ha, ho, ho, we wish you well.