(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