SCENE I

[_The first song is sung back of the scenes. Have stage darkened, only Jack-o’-Lanterns as foot-lights._]

Tune: “The Campbells Are Coming.”

On Hallowe’en Night, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, The Witches and Brownies, Ho, Ho. Ho, Ho; The Owls and the Cats. Ho. Ho. Ho, Ho, On Hallowe’en Night, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.

[_Lights come on._]

FOLLY:

I am Folly, always jolly, Though I’m seldom seen; I am Folly, always jolly, Late on Hallowe’en. And if I am not mistaken, All these statutes waken, waken! Ha, ha, ha, hear Folly’s laughter, Fun and frolic follow after.

[_Folly touches the characters one at a time, with wand or rattle, they rise stiffly, come to life and recite._]

OWL:

I am the Owl, who—who—who? On Hallowe’en I follow you.

CAT:

I am the Witch’s Cat, oft’ seen Late at night on Hallowe’en.

WITCH:

Oh Folly, you’re a cunning fellow, In your costume black and yellow; Why not give a wax-work show, To entertain before we go?

FOLLY:

I’ll wake the funny old stilt-walkers, Perhaps they’ll serve as the end talkers.

STILT-WALKERS:

We’re rather tall, wherever seen, But we’ll enjoy this Hallowe’en.

MAD MARCH HARE:

I’m the Mad March Hare, I do declare, Not popular now, anywhere; And if you give a wax-work show, I’m very sure I want to go.

JACK-O’-LANTERN:

Jack-o’-Lantern, jolly rover, Happy is, in glad October.

WITCH:

Ha, ha. Folly, I’ll cast a spell. Incantations I know well; My Poppy Ladies, I will call, They’ll wrap in slumber one and all.

FOLLY:

My silver whistle, I will blow, The Poppy Ladies come, ho, ho.

[_Enter Poppy Ladies in crepe paper costumes, go through any pretty little dance and sing._]

Tune: “Coming Through the Rye.”

Poppy Ladies in October Sing a lullaby; And sweet dreams you will discover, Sandman hovers nigh. Dreamland fairies in October Form a magic ring, Hallowe’en brings many a rover, Poppy Ladies sing.

[_They go out, the Witch casts a spell indicating certain characters, who will take part in the wax-work show in the next scene._]

WITCH:

Ho, ho, come broomstick, cast a spell, On Hallowe’en, when all is well; All turn to wax, while sleeping, sleeping, Close your eyes, let’s have no peeping. You shall whistle, and you shall sing, You shall recite of fall or spring; You’ll be a wild rider in the show, You’ll dance a solo before we go. The boys and girls from many a nation, Will appear in their own creation; And only Folly can break the spell, Ha, ha, ho, ho, we wish you well.