We all are sheep—
We all are sheep that’s gone astray,
And wandering from the fold.
(Widder Doodle sitting in the corner weeps and says:) Oh how much that sheep makes me think of Doodle.
All Sing.
Oh yes, pre-sum-shu-ous we are,
And blind, and halt, and lame.
We all are mean—
We all are mean—
We all are meaning to be good,