k 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._]

TIPPY. On with the concert while I take Itzy home. I won't be long.
Itzy lives near.

MARTIN. Say, let me take Itzy home while you start dinner.

TIPPY. Right you are. I forgot a dinner has to be cooked before it
can be eaten.

MARTIN. Any shopping to do?

TIPPY. Oh, that's right. I'll have to go myself.

KEN. He also forgot a dinner has to be bought before it can be
cooked.

LAURA. Something tells me I'd better look into this menu.

TIPPY. I'm having tomato soup, and I'm going to make bran muffins.
And there are pork chops.

LAURA. Pork chops in 1935! That's extravagant.

MARTIN. He buys them to get the bones for his doggies. The meat we
get is a by-product.

LAURA. O. K. Ken adores shoulder chops.--But what's the salad?

TIPPY. That's just where I stalled. I haven't even bought the
makings.

KEN. [_Taking Itzy's leash._] If you people are going to talk
salad, tell me where this dog lives.

LAURA. No. I see I'll have to go. No salad has been provided and I
don't trust men on salad. Martin, you know where Itzy lives, so
come along and carry the packages. And Tippy, you go light your
oven and mix your muffins.

[LAURA _and_ MARTIN _go with the dog._]

TIPPY. Laura's a peach.

KEN. You don't know how much of a peach.

TIPPY. I'm glad you two've got settled so well.

KEN. I was a fool not to do it before.

TIPPY. Sure you were.

KEN. The trouble was, I'd lost my bearings. Thought I'd never get
out of the woods.

TIPPY. The job look pretty good?

KEN. I guess so.

TIPPY. You don't sound so sure.

KEN. Oh sure, the job's all right.

TIPPY.