Come on, now, be a story-teller.
[Jack Sprat takes his stuffed cat out from under arm.]
Jack Sprat:
My Hallowe’en cat, behold her here,
I like her well though she has but one ear;
To get a bargain she never will try,
She went after butter when butter was high!
[Jack-o’-Lantern, boy with lighted lantern, enters by door or window.]
Jack-o’-Lantern:
I peep in the window, or look in the door,