TIPPY. Martin wrote a song about that.
LAURA. Really? Have you turned composer, Martin?
MARTIN. Just some new words on an old tune.
LAURA. Oh, let's hear it.
MARTIN. After dinner.
LAURA. No, I can't wait. You sing it for us now, then after dinner
we can all sing it. [_She picks up guitar and thrusts it at him_.]
Come on, Lyric Writer, tune up.
KEN. [_Tolerantly._] Sure let's hear it.
MARTIN. [_Singing._]
Then little Andy Lang of the Lake Shore gang
Said, "Boys, you know I'm countin'
Each day and week until I see
ALL. The Big Rock Candy Mountain."
MARTIN. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Stands on a plain of bread.
Our Uncle's got to feed us
Or soon we'll all be dead.
The more and more he feeds us
The sooner we'll be red
So serve the soup
With a great big whoop
And promise pie
Up in the sky
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
ALL. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain
MARTIN. Belongs to Uncle Sam.
To move the great big mountain
Will take a million men.
So come on with your tooth picks
And bring your fountain pen.
Go easy, don't jerk;
We gotta make work.
It'll take more moons
If we use small spoons
To move that great big mountain.
[_On the last verse_ TIPPY _has gone to yard and he is
now back with Itzy on a leash.
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