Santa Claus. Here, Simon, my boy. Here’s a pie all to yourself. And here are some pennies to buy more. Don’t let the pie-man cheat you. You have had a rather hungry time, haven’t you?
Simple Simon. Yes, sir; thank you, sir.
Santa Claus. Here you, Boy Blue! Here’s a new horn. See how it sounds.
[Boy Blue toots horn, marches around Santa. Children all fall in and march around him once or twice. Then horn stops, and they sing the same song as earlier, only with changes of tense:]
Oh, we planned the greatest lark you ever heard,
It was dreadful, but oh, wasn’t it absurd?
From our lairs behind the chairs,
On old Santa, unawares,
We just sprang, and pounced, and jumped, without a word.
He didn’t know we waited here to-night,