Sarah Jane—How my piece starts (twists dress, looks down at floor, moves lips. Then speaks, loud and fast).
The air was cold as cold could be,
The wind was blowing dis-ma-lee,
The night was dark as a black cat
And Santy Claus’ heart went pit-y-pat.
(Stops, moves lips, etc., as before. Then speaks the four lines over again and adds):
’Cause ’twas so dark he feared he’d make,
Scootin’ down chimbleys a bad mistake,
An’ leave a doll with curly hair
For the big boy a livin’ there.