[TODD]
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous
And he was—
Naïve

[TOBIAS, spoken]
Razor. Razor!
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut. 
Mr. Todd?
Pat him, prick him, mark him with a B
And put him in the oven for baby and me. 

[TOBIAS slits TODD's throat. TODD dies.]