Perhaps you might like to print out this play and act it out with your friends. A room, make room here, gallant boys, And give us room to rhyme, We've come to show activity Upon a Christmas time. I'll slay him, and cut him as small as flies, And send him to Jamaica to make mince pies. And if his blood's hot will make it cold. I am not a shim-sham quack, But the real thing with the jolly knack To neither kill nor cure.
Slasher rises up and fights and is killed again, and restored with another pill.
Enter Beelzebub, with a black face and long beard. Here come I, Beelzebub, Under my arm, I carry a club. Under my chin I carry a pan, Don't I look a nice young man. Ladies and gentlemen, Our story is ended. Captain Zeb here.