I see him. He's a-running. He's a-rubbing his knockers. He's gone

Poppy:

Where are you going? Tramp:
Longest way out, shortest way home. Poppy:
Oh, Sod's Law. Tramp:
[whispering very softly]
Is he gone? Poppy:
Alright, you what? Tramp:
[moves towards Poppy urgently, whispering]
Is he gone? Poppy:
Ease up! What? Tramp:
[whispering urgently]
Is he gone? Is he gone? Poppy:
Is who gone? Tramp:
[whispering]
The rubber knocker man. Poppy:
What? Tramp:
[whispering with emphasis]
The rubber knocker man. Poppy:
Oh, The rubber knocker man! Why didn't you say? Tramp:
[whispering urgently]
Is he gone? Is he gone? Poppy:
Yah yah, yah. He's gone, He's gone. [playing along, looking behind her] Poppy:
I see him. He's a-running. He's a-rubbing his knockers. He's gone