Oliver Swirl (Play)

Oliver Swirl was later made into a musical play.

= Cast =

= The Play =

== Chapter One

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''The scene is set in the workhouse, where Mr Bee is serving up slimy poridge. Chicks in rags are seen walking towards Mr Bee, as Mr Bee puts in food in some bowls. The [Chick]]'s walk down a staircase sing a song, titled Food Glorious Food.

"Is it worth waiting for if we live till 84. All we get is slimey poridge. Everyday we text will they change a bill of fare. Still we get the same ol' slimey poridge" the chicks sing.

More chicks appear. They are walking down the other staircases.

"There is not a crust nor a crumb we can find. Can we beg, can we borrow or cadge?"

Some Chicks cross one of the staircases as two connect.

"But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill."

The male chicks take off their caps.

"When we all close our eyes, and imagineeeeeeee."

"Food yummy ol' food! Common fish and mustard!"

A fully grown, male adults, gives the slimey poridge to chicks.

"While we're the mood. Wobbly jelly and cold custard."

The adults keep on handing over slimey poridge.

"Peas, puddings and saveloys! What next is the question?"

A butler walks past some chicks.

"The rich men have it, boys. Indigestion."

The chicks shout a long "Yummayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!"

"Food. We're anxious to try it. Three banquets a day."

Some rich men are scene near a table, eating rich food.

"Our favourite diet."

The chicks look at the food the rich men are eating.

"Just picture a giant mullet. Fried, roasted, or stewed."

"Oh food! Wonderful food! Glorious food! Oh food! Wonderful food! Glorious food!"

The butler tells the chicks to be quiet.

The chicks run away from the table where the rich men are eating, and go to the men serving the slimey poridge.

"Food, glorious food! Don't care what it looks like! Burned, undone, crude! Don't care what te cook's like!"

Oliver Swirl sings a small solo, while in the line.

"Just thinking of growing fat!"

The rest join in, and spin.

"Our senses are reeling."

The children put their bowels on the hall tables, where they eat.

"One moment knowing that! Full up feeling! Food glorious food! What wouldn't we give for! That extra bit MOAR!"

The men put the lid in the pan of slimey poridge.

"That's all we live for! Why should we be fated to do nothing but brood on food. Magical food! Wonderful food! Marvolous food! Yummy ol' food! Beutiful food! Glorious food!"

To be continued!'