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The wind in the woods say the selfly tune Follow my voice where every lead's from mountains

Provellers to deep oil and seas

Brought up the wings of the breeze

It wasn't far from being spring true only the bravest flowers are pushing through

The selendine and the snow drop in the moist hedge bottoms near the woods

But somehow the air was different

No longer cramping cold but carrying what was almost a taste of hope

While the willows by the river's edge were unaare they aren't they green

With buds that showed a fatness full of promise

Down in the smagnes of mole end, mole felt the stirring too and found the heart for baking

But no sooner were the butter and the flour and eggs and sugar had taken out of storm

Than mole heard noises from above

Hello? Was that a car?

Toad? No not Toad

No poop poop and there always is with Toad

Can it be?

Well one way to find out I'm going to see

Yes what can I... Oh you! What a wonderful surprise!

Oh cousin mole, how kind you are, how good to see you two

Come in, come in!

I'm afraid the place is a mess as usual I was just going to bake a batch of scones

The place my modest cousin is perfect

Well can you stay?

I wouldn't want to be a nuisance mole

You're not a... I'm not the best of company just now

Or nonsense apron

I'll make a cup of tea and then we'll get your bags out of the car and sit and chat

Oh it is good to see you

Ohh ohh ohh

What did you mean? You're not the best of company

Oh well I'm not I'm rather low

The fact is cousin I'm a failure

You? A failure?

It's my latest play

It was my latest play

It opened in the West End last week

The critics absolutely hated it

The audiences thought they wouldn't bother and it's coming off at once

Oh, Oberon

Eight months work down the drain

It'll come back, you see, some other fear

No, no it won't

I'm beginning to think the critics might be right

Lacks the vital spark

Renowned playwright fails

A tedious evening was had by all

Oh I say

Just don't seem to have it in me

Oh dear

And, aren't all free there's efforts having to help?

You aren't Oberon? What you been doing?

Giving dinners, throwing parties, trying to brighten my spirits

Take me out of myself

Oh, nearly driven me out of my mind

Oh cousin

What you need is peace and quiet

And a scone in another cup of tea

Now let me see

A large country house in

Oh, no

Not rubbish

Oh, come on, Oberon, come on

When the curtains open, you see

A dark country

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

There's a place where I shall come

Oh, concentrate man, concentrate

Now what comes next?

Oh, concentrate man, concentrate

Oh, concentrate man, concentrate

Now what comes next?

Oh, cast and list

I have been going to cast all day

Well, no wonder you slept late Oberon

It must have been three o'clock in the morning when I found you here asleep

Oh, I must be a great nuisance to you

Nonsense

Besides, I'm glad that you felt like writing again

Oh, if only I had been

But nothing came

No ideas, no lines, nothing

You mustn't expect too much too soon

Just a little piece and quiet and

Blow, who's that?

Just one of your friends I imagine, though

Oh, dear, do you mind if I...

Of course not, Mole

Do go and let the poor chap in

Oh, well, coming

Oh, ratty

Hello, Mole, old chap, come in ratty, do

Thank you, Mole

My cousin Oberon's visiting at the moment

Yes, I know

Delighted to meet you again

Oh, ratty, a great pleasure

How do you mean you know ratty?

Well, Otto had seen the car outside Mole in boroughs

Oh, oh, well, it's very nice to see you ratty

Would you like a...

I've been scribbling some of my little songs

Well, really only ditties, you know, and...

Well, I wondered if you'd be so kind as to look them over

And let me have the benefit of your literary experience

Well, the fact is that Oberon course I will

I say that's very kind of you

Oh, dear

I must have left them in my coat pocket, I'll get them

Oh, Oberon, you don't have to, you know

I'll explain to ratty that you need some peace and pride

No, no, Mole

Any friend of yours is a friend of mine

Shh, here we are

You see, I've written this little poem

It's about the river, actually

Oh, yes, it's a favourite subject with me

And, well, look, perhaps we could sit down

Mmm...

Mmm...

Mmm...

Yeah...

So he is visiting his cousin?

Good, good...

Always nice to have a fellow spirit to share a good book with

Begert with British or

Americanites, men all who since baptized or infidel

Jousted in Aspromont or Montalban

D'Amascaux or Morocco or Trebizond

Or whom bizzerta sent from Afric shore

When Charlemagne with all his peerage fell

By Fonterabia

Ha ha ha ha...

What a way with words, John Milton had

Mmm...

Oh, yes, yes indeed

Sets me in mind of Marlow with his mighty line

Erm...

You'll have a final cup of tea before you go, Begert

Erm...

Erm...

Go, Mole

Well, O'Brien's been a little off-color lately

No, really, Mole, I'm sorry

And he needs a lot of rest

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, I see, well, I'm sorry

No intention of forcing myself upon you

You haven't at all

Oh, Badger, it isn't that

Oh, no, no, no, I quite understand, quite understand

Don't want to be jawed at by an old Badger

Oh, Badger...

Do have a cup of...

Erm...

No, thank you, Mole

I really mustn't say things to do, myself

So...

Well...

I'll say goodbye then

Goodbye then, Badger

I'll see myself out, Mole

I know the way

Good evening to you

Oh, dear

I'm afraid his feelings have been hurt

I only...

You only did it out of kindness, Mole, I know

And Badger's kind too, he'll understand

In a day or two it'll all be forgotten

I do hope so

And you do need peace and quiet?

Yes, I suppose I do

Neither of us are getting much of that, are we?

No...

No...

No...

Oh, no...

What's that old chap?

I think it's Toad...

Toad...

Oh, dear

Three days you've been here now

And every day someone has to...

Don't worry, Mole

I'm almost glad of it

There's not a single line I want to keep

Not an idea

Oh, well, Bron

Hello!

Hello, Mole, can I come in?

Yes, you come

Oh, you have

Hello, Mole, over on my dear

Hello, I heard you were here

My dear Toad, how'd you do?

I say that car of yours to do with a jolly good waff

Really?

My rose, Royce is absolutely grieving

I must get my man to see to it

Oh, yes, I say

Hey, couldn't help noticing the reviews for your play?

Oh, yes...

Toad, when you...

They really gave you a waff or a...

Yes, Toad

...like the vital spark

Oh, Toad!

A tedious evening

Bye, Joe, that must have set you back on your heels

Yes, Toad

It has, rather

Toad, when you have a cup of tea

I say, Mole, there's no need to shout

Oh, when you have a cup of tea and a bottle of scone

Oh, good idea, Mole, thank you

Oh, you haven't got any of that upside down kick you go in for, have you?

I'll see

T.O. Bron

Please

You know, I reckon I could write a jolly good play if I set my mind to it

Oh, really Toad?

Oh, yeah, hmm

Well, I mean, he's only writing down what people say and...

Well, yes, I suppose so

Yes, I'd have chapped with my abilities

Or do we able to do that?

Sorry?

I say, you're right

Oh, yes, yes

Yes

In fact, you know, I thought, um...

I say, will you be here tomorrow?

Well, yes, I think so

Good, yes, I had a thought I might just knock off a little drama this afternoon

And then you can have a look at it tomorrow

Mmm, hmm, love to

Mmm, love to

Oh, good, I don't know which would be the best theatre for it

Of course, you would need to hold a lot of people

Oh, of course

Oh, Mole, good job you've done that tea, your cousin here, seems to have an awful cough

Oh, oh dear, oh, Bron, are you?

Mmm, mmm, oh, I see

And, look Toad, do you have a homemade cherry scone?

Ah, thank you, Mole

Oh, yes, I was just telling your cousin about my plans

For becoming a famous playwright

Oh, Toad

Oh, oh, oh, good to hear that he's so much lifted in spirits

Yes, isn't it? I never realized poor old Bron was so low, stupid of me

Still, oh, I'm sorry Mole, do go on

What else does he have to say about his new play?

Oh, I know, where was I?

Rehearsals have gone exceedingly well and Mr. Frederick Beachman's a central character

Is an absolute delight, I'm beginning to feel as if I could walk on air

Ah, here we are

Little did I know when I fled to you for comfort

Just how much inspiration I would find among the peaceful joys of the river bank

And from your own warmth and hospitality

Oh, yeah, yeah, quite right too

No, not bad, now

Please remember me, to Rat and Badger

Those honest, sturdy companions

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And, of course, to Toad

The Cinequois none of all my newfound hopes

Cinequois none, Badger

Yeah, that in, that in

Without which nothing

The essential ingredient

But why should Toad be a Cinequois?

What's it?

No idea, Ratty

No idea

My apologies, my old old do, carry on

But that's it, really

I'm always your grateful and twice as cheerful cousin overall

There's no doubt he's staying with us

It's done in the world of good mode

Maybe it was your upside down cake

Speaking of upside down cake

I'll go lecke him in

I think I left the catch on

Oh, well, it's been a peaceful morning so far

Yes, Badger, can't have everything we want, can we?

Hello, you chat?

Hello, Toad, hello, Toad

I say, have you seen the times?

No, I don't think we have

No, well, of course, I do like to start the day early

I read in the paper in bed

Yes, no, do I say Badger?

What is it, Toad?

Well, it's my old friend, Oberon

You mean, Moll's cousin, Oberon?

Well, yes, he's alright, isn't he?

Absolutely, it's his new play

Oh, dear

It's an absolute triumph

Triumph?

Yes, listen to this

If Mr Oberon may be a fool

Listen to this

If Mr Oberon Moll's last play represented a trough in his writing career

This new comedy, Oh, Jeremy, must be the peak

Oh, what a wonderful...

Shh, shh, shh, shh, do listen

Sorry

This account of a bunches provincial playwright

Mm, receive the accolade from the opening night audience

and demands it from your humble critic

Oh, Oberon

And above all, the richness of the central character deserves our admiration

Jeremy Scribbles is a conceited country squire

I say Badger, who does that remind you of?

Country Squire

Whose dill a tandy-nater makes him now, chemist?

Now racing driver, now photographer, now flyer

And in, and in the final attack of conceit

a playwright

Oh, whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

He's too liquid, isn't it?

And it is the consummately crafted, believableness of this unbelievable character

from which the play takes its inspiration

That makes one wonder if he could have been drawn from life

I wonder

Oh, whoa!

Ha ha ha

That'd be... that's hardly likely, is it?

Ha ha ha

Yeah, cool

Oh, Jeremy brings to the West End a combination of hilarity, eccentricity, purefarsen, yet affection

That will not, I think, be matched for many a year

Ah, there!

Oh, that's wonderful!

It's... that may is

Yes, yeah, ha ha ha

I mean, a conceited country squire

I say

It's now a photographer, now I fly

Ha ha ha

Oh, Jeremy!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

Oh, yes!

Oh, I...

Scary, you're dreaming, you're so the round gold

From sunshine and shadows

And days long ago

Where people, our members and stars unfold

Will alums, the tales you have told me

You know the rules you just seem to know

Though you can turn to

Which way to go

To a one-year-old is mine

Remember, though I always take you back

You