Hop Frog: Tomorrow is the seasonal ball I propose costumes for you And the honourable ministers to wear King: Yes Hop Frog: All dress as orangutans All your guests will run and scream With their mouths agape And try to hide And you Sire will have last laugh For such imperial cunning Hop Frog: I will reach, restore wrong I will torture you I will burn you Dead Tripitena: My prince My prince You light a fire ....... Burn, monkeys Burn