Bowing most politely:
"What makes the roses bloom
Over the mossy tomb,
Driving away the gloom
Ten thousand years?"

Men's Leader: King Solomon made answer to the lady,
<They bow and confer. The Queen reserved, but taking cognizance.
The King wooing with ornate gestures of respect, and courtly animation.>
Bowing most politely:
"They bloom forever thinking of your beauty,
Your step so queenly and your eyes so lovely.
These keep the roses fair,
Young and without a care,
Making so sweet the air,
Ten thousand years."

<The two, with a manner almost a cake walk, go forward.>
Both Leaders: King Solomon he had four hundred sons.

<On this line, King and Queen pause before the footlights.>
Congregation: We were the sons.

<Pantomime of crowning the audience.>
Both Leaders: Crowned by the throngs again,
<On this line they walk backward, playing great imaginary harps.>
You shall make songs again,
Singing along
For ten thousand years.

<They go forward in a pony gallop, then stand pawing.>
Both Leaders: He gave each son four hundred prancing ponies.

Congregation: We were the ponies.

<They nod their heads, starting to walk backward.>
Both Leaders: You shall eat hay again,
<A pony dance by both, in circles.>
In forests play again,
Rampage and neigh
For ten thousand years.

Men's Leader: King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba,
<They bow to each other, standing so that
each one commands half of the stage.>
Bowing most politely:
"What makes the oak-tree grow
Hardy in sun and snow,
Never by wind brought low
Ten thousand years?"

Women's Leader: The Queen of Sheba answered like a lady,
<They bow to each other, again, with pantomime indicating a forest.>
Bowing most politely:
"It blooms forever thinking of your wisdom,
Your brave heart and the way you rule your kingdom.