The team enters, huddled against the cold, shivering. Mary is singing “In the Bleak Midwinter” Debbi: They say this is going to be one of the coldest winters in years. Linda: Yeah! And we’re supposed to get a lot of snow. Roger: I hate these New Jersey winters! They turn to see Bob grinning from ear to ear. Eileen: Hey, Bob, what are you smiling about? Bob: I’m thinking about where I’ll be this winter. Peggy: What do you mean? Basses: Doom, Doomba, Doom, Doom, Doomba Doom … Bob: Oh when the snow beats down and drops a foot upon the roof And your feet get so cold you wish your weary toes were winter proof Out in the Fenlands, in Whittlesea In a gang of molly dancers is where I’ll be    Company: Out in the Fenlands    Bob: In the English sun Out in the Fenlands We’ll be having fun Out in the Fenlands Where a fish is a fish Out in the Fenlands But a chip is no chip! Out in the Fenlands All: Fenlands! Bob: In the streets I hear the gentle sound of Tony’s yell    Debbi: Good grief!! You can almost see the dancers jump. They dance so well. Out in the Fenlands, in Whittlesea In a gang of molly dancers is where I’ll be    Company: Out in the Fenlands    Bob: Where a car is a car Out in the Fenlands But a boot is no boot Out in the Fenlands Where a rug is a rug Out in the Fenlands But a shag is no shag! Out in the Fenlands All: Fenlands! Bob: In the Market Place Square a tuba grunts “Heart of My Heart” And the accordion wails as Dave and Rob both do their part. Out in the Fenlands, in Whittlesea In a gang of molly dancers is where I’ll be    Company: Out in the Fenlands    Bob: Where a straw is a straw Out in the Fenlands But a bear is no bear Out in the Fenlands Where a pig is a pig Out in the Fenlands But a dyke is no dike! Out in the Fenlands All: Fenlands!