All. How? how?
Jack. All hide here, and wait till he comes, and then jump out at him, and capture him.
All. Oh, what fun! Let’s! [They turn to Mother Goose.] May we? may we?
Mother Goose. If you promise you won’t hurt him.
All. Oh, we won’t; we won’t.
[They prance with glee, then take hands and circle around Mother Goose, singing:]
Oh, we’ve planned the greatest lark you ever heard!
’Twould be dreadful if it wasn’t so absurd.
From our lairs behind the chairs,