The One Hundred and Fifty Divisions
(Jabbing their batons into the ground, tossing them in the air and then catching them again.)
There is! There is! We do! We do!
What joy to know ’tis true, true, true!
(At this ninety-nine Moonshees, who have risen to a sitting position, fall back, murmuring “Splendid! Splendid! Wonderful!” The Hoddy-Doddys exclaim the same thing and practice at sword-play with their feather-dusters, while the Dizzards play at leap-frog and the Zanys beat each other with their empty wind-bags. The five thousand Nizys plunge their heads into the souffle but withdraw them quickly and ladle out cones to the mass. The two thousand Loobies and Gaberlunzies read many enchanting passages as the audience applauds, after which the Dizzards resume normal positions and lay about them with their stuffed clubs.)