Punch.—Good day little people—how do you do? The funniest man I ever saw was old Joe Miller. But the smartest chap among them all was Jack the Giant Killer.
The biggest thing on the ice is an Elephant—he is not a pretty bird—and never travels without a trunk. The Pig is a smaller bird—somebody shot his feathers all off.
Judy, my dear, come up stairs.
(Judy answers from below.) I am coming darling. (Enter Judy.) Judy.—Mr. Punch, did you call me?
Punch.—I should think I did—had you been here sooner you would have seen the man that lived in the "House that Jack built."
Judy.—Did you see him?
Punch.—I only saw one side of him—that is why I wanted you here—you could have stood on one side, and I on the other, and then we could have seen the whole of him at one time. He was orful!
Judy.—Mr. Punch, you are such a funny man: now let us have a nice little dance.
Punch.—With all my heart. (They join hands—bow to the audience—then to themselves and step off, keeping time with the sound of the music.)
Judy.—Mr. Punch, I am going down stairs to bring up the Baby. (Exit Judy.)