The Moonshees, Pundits, Zadkiels, Etc.
(Turning over and snoring.) Excellent! Couldn’t be better! They do perfect work! (They each catch a wink of sleep.)
NOXUS PODUNKUS
(Aroused and scratching the back of his neck, the while he eyes them feelingly.) It is too delightful! That I should have lived to have the exalted honor of presiding on so wonderful an occasion! But now for Question Three, my dears—Question Three—another beautiful question (he fumbles foolishly about seeking the tablet. Seventeen Dizzards point to it.)—Ah, yes! Ah, yes! Very difficult to manage all of these questions! But here it is!—And now for Question Three—a lovely question! A question lovely! I almost hate to read it and have it all over with! (Reads.) “And that all women are as pure as driven snow?” (Pauses and gazes about ecstatically, one hand up.)
THE 1ST, 316TH, 3727TH, 4728TH, 6914TH, AND 7178TH
(Executing cart-wheels in circles.)
Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!
’Tis as easy to say as Pie! Pie! Pie!
(They end by waving with their feet.)
THE FEDERATED SPECTATORS
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The world’s now safe for ever and a day!