(Bounding on toward the end of the proceedings with a bundle over his shoulder, and making the rest join in at the high spots.)
THE HOBOKEN GRACKLE AND THE HOBO
(An Explanation)
[Steadily]
As I went marching, torn-socked, free,
With my red heart marching all agog in front of me
And my throbbing heels
And my throbbing feet
[With energy]
Making an impression on the Hoboken street