Jack. Jill and I want a new pail. Look at this one!
Bo-Peep. And I need—I really need—a new ribbon for my crook.
Boy Blue. And I need a new horn.
Mistress Mary. And I need a new watering-pot for my garden.
Jack Horner. And I’m just starving for a new pie. There weren’t any plums left in mine, and I gave it to Simple Simon here.
Simple Simon. I’ve been wanting pie for a long time. But I never had any pennies.
Santa Claus. [Looking about at them, half amused, half vexed.] Why, you midgets! you little ruffians! Do you mean to say you’re holding me up for presents! Me! Santa Claus! The children’s friend! Held up here by force, in the dark—by a set of—of highway robbers! Aren’t you ashamed?
All. [Gathering around and pointing fingers at him, very impressively.]
Aren’t you ashamed?
Miss Muffet. I want a new spider—a yellow one.
Santa Claus. You do, you little minx, you little Muffety minx! Come here!
Do I look as if I kept yellow spiders in that bag?