R. Bear (aside). Fancy the Teutonic Eagle eyes us a leetle jealously.
B. Lion (aloud). Well, let us meet often, Bruin, and talk things over amicably.
R. Bear (aloud). We will, Leo, we will. Ah! what a pity we didn't know each other before!
B. Lion. Yes, indeed. However, All's well that ends well!
R. Bear. "All's Well!" Ah! Cue for song! Let us warble!
They sing:—
Converted (rather late than soon), We peace proclaim,—thrice blessed boon! We meet, as friends, on common ground; On sentry go no more tramp round; And should our footsteps haply stray, Where treaties mark the warded way,— "Who goes there?"— Stranger quickly tell,— "A friend!" "The word!" "Comrades!" "All's Well!"
Or, steaming on the briny deep, Watch each on each we scarce need keep From off the ironclad's steel deck, Lest mutual foes meet common wreck. Lord, no! If a strange hull draw near, A friendly voice salutes each ear. "What cheer?"— Ho, brother, quickly tell!— "Above!" "Below!" "Messmates!" "All's Well!!!"
1st Singer (crescendo). A-a-a-a-a-bove!
2nd Singer (diminuendo). Be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-LOW!!