Ching-a-ring-a-ring-ting, Feast of Lanterns!
Time to chime the lute, the flute, the loud bassoon!
Shouting out, and all about the link-light man turns:
Sing awake a tune to make the moon come soon!
Yung. Mee-Mee!
Mee. Ya-as ... please?... Say?...
Yung. You still there?
Mee. Ya-as.
Yung. ... Stop fanning me.
[He sleeps.