(Elizabethan chorale group traipses on stage bearing silver platters on high, each supporting a grapefruit)Whom life left in sorry dirt
Rise ye up and grow alert
With the help of noble Squirt!

(Lute player steps forward and double thunbs a smart and courtly melody while lords and ladies weave and traipse about him in figures-of-eight)

Let not dull care thine eye divert! Turn you bright, and look ye pert! With our drink thy cares invert,
Drinking royal, noble Squirt!

Cho:From th' ancient grapefruit come,
Minds to brighten, woes to numb!
Sound ye harps and ring ye drums!
Squirt will straighten toes and thumbs!

Be not short and be not curt
LEt thy soul its joy assert! Ye shall find thy humours spurt,
Drinking sweet and noble Squirt!

(Complex roulade of intertwining figures humming in baroque harmonies folding into echoes, rounds and choruses while the serpentine dance wends its way off stage right while lights fade into sunset colors and spot comes up on a jester wearing a bottle costume. He bows low, waving his joker cap as lights fade to black. Finis.)

A.