Why, really, now you’ve sung it straight;
Now answer, if you can, and tell,
What is the first note in the scale?
FIRST BOY.
Don’t know,—b’lieve ’tis h or i.
MASTER.
Shame! I should think the seats would cry,
“Shame on you!”
FIRST BOY.
Well, I know that I
Was, am, and will be, number one;
And ’tis by that the scale’s begun.
MASTER.
And now the third?
SECOND BOY.