<P><B>Soprano Solo and Chorus:
<P>     My heart is swelling, fellow fiends,
<P>     It is the thought that counts,
<P>     The tins of dehydrated blood,
<P>     I'll treasure every ounce!
<P>     Come tecs and cops, come private eyes
<P>     To guard these priceless gifts,
<P>     Come Holmes and Watson in disguise,
<P>     To stand in eight-hour shifts
<P>     With Perry Mason and Maigret,
<P>     Rip Kirby and James Bond,
<P>     And an army of Teds
<P>     Who have left their beds
<P>     To be under your command!
<P><B>Recit.-Tenor (Narrator):
<P>     And while the company retired to a well-earned wake,
<P>     Count Dracula in private echo-chamber to his 
<P>     daughter spake!
<P><B>Bass Solo and Men's Chorus:
<P>     My child, be seated upon that plasmic chair;
<P>     Be seated, and now be still while I declare
<P>     The facts of Death!
<P>     Now we must have one of those chats
<P>     About the birds, about the bees,
<P>     And about the bats!
<P>     Mark well, my vicious daughter,
<P>     Blood is more nutritious than is water;
<P>     Be bold and resolute, be bloody!
<P>     Come follow me child, come follow me child,
<P>     To the bottle I keep in the study!
<P><B>Recit.-Tenor (Narrator):
<P>     And in the castle guest room, haunted and creaking,
<P>     Old Mother Frankenstein was speaking
<P>     To her boy:-