Belch forth your venom, toads!
Ye demons fell, with yelp and yell,
Shed curses far afield—
Ye fiends of night, your filthy blight
In noisome plenty yield!
Mr. W. (pouring phial into teapot—flash).
Number One!
Chorus.It is done!
Mr. W. (pouring phial into teapot—flash).
Number Two!