The Seven Thousand Union Astronomers
(Doing a light come-all-ye and waving red bandana handkerchiefs.)
It is! It is! We know! We know!
The stars we see, they tell us so!
The Four Thousand College Philosophers
(Masticating their gum vigorously.)
It is! It is! Hail, loud and long!
Our works, they sing the same sweet song!
(Loud and prolonged cheering by the audience. Wirelesses are sent to the waiting world. The Dizzards gnaw excitedly at their feather-clubs, then do a double-quick clog. The two thousand Loobies and Gaberlunzies read many, many soothing passages. The Nizys dole out souffle.)